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He died yesterday", she said.
My head is in a laptop
I see it randomly moving around with the mouse;
it's eyes squinting sideways
over the premature birth of a poem.
"How?" I hear myself say -
I have no clue who she's talking about.
"You stupid" she replied, "you."
I have become a blinking dot of light
on a computer screen.
The poem is paralyzed
now it is never going to learn
how to type.
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