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The cursor blinks

impatient in its winks;

What are you waiting for?

it’s not that hard

it teases vertically.

A line stark against the page

white with innocence

waiting to be spoiled;

Get on with it will you?

i have things to do!

the letters stray behind

drag to the right

petulant in its greed

my words are never enough…