I had a dream I jotted it down,
It sits in a notebook of feathers and frowns.
The symbols of language lie crooked,
One day they will become wicked.
But not till the keyboard roars with life,
Will sparks pour into the sky.




 

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Anyone else got exams soon and just not feeling it? Are you worse than me who updated twice today?