I type, only because I cannot write
You warm the darkness in you, but I reach for the light
The power from your words, could level an entire town
It's dripping from your cheek onto your satin gown
The seriousness you have found
The taboo's that are bound
This is my love letter
My type face, Helvetica
Over the still born mountains
Into the blood drenched fountains
Glaring from the inside to the smiling faces
The diseased giving up in a treading wastelands
I see myself from the inside
Feeling what's left outside
When the dew has melted
So shall the line be halted
The seriousness you have found
The taboo's that are bound
This is my love letter
My type face, Helvetica
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