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I just wrote this while listening to Careless Whisper Alex, Juliet, 3OH!3 cover . However, this is about staring at my Word Documents. Much like life, clean, blank slate to start, filled with what you do write as you grow. Enjoy
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry - Words: 95 - Published: 07-02-10 - Status: Complete - id: 2824137
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A blank world.
Rectangular and thin, a pure white color.
The line flies across it with black scribbles.
Scribbles that form shapes and designs for things called words.
One after another, separated by a space.
Space created by a dash.
Black, black, black, click space.
These words mean something.
They tell a story, write, a poem…
These words make my being.
Click, symbol, clack, symbol, click, clack, click, clack
Space. Space. Space.
Never enough space.
Clack, click, word and space
Dot. Dot. Dot. Symbol, symbol, symbol…
A blank world, isn't so blank any more.
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