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The Screen

Sometimes I prefer the screen cold lack of intimacy keyboard's equal distance for the difficult task of peeling back the core I can pretend it is someone else probing the ether a file of juxtapositions sit at the edge of memory on parchments palimpsest undivided sometimes I prefer the screen separating cortex from lymphatic another dimension to sit in to pluck and bend the shape of dreams Lish




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