xvi. antiques;
Ode to Typewriters
Pushing your buttons has always been easy
Yet you never fault and stutter as we merge into one -
Confidently leading the way, leading my fingers into places
They have never delved before; your steadfastness melting my soul
Into cookie crumble over cream. Love,
The way you make sounds as we turn over a new page
Sends ecstasy cartwheeling on the nerves of my skin. It's sad
How the world will slowly replace your ethereal presence
With supposedly better objects of desire,
But know this: a thing of beauty is a joy for ever.
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