Crosses Cover Me
I'm the archetypal black on white
Metallic ring and the typewriter kicks,
Clicks and lashes out, strikes the page
As each key collapses then waits and replaces
Itself to be hit once again,
And it's done, mark made...
Mistake. Can't erase.
Your crosses cover me like
But each one misses, and the typewriter kicks
Til its black and blue is all over my black ink.
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