emotion in more than handwritten font,
in literal presence of ink on the page
that can't be conveyed in any other way;
the quick tapping of keys is quickly forgotten,
the struggle of pulling these words from the soul;
and even if blotting is merely a drip,
an accident effect of hurried mess,
it can still be a mirror reflecting emotion:
though cursing and glaring are not quite as deep.


Great poem though.


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