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It blinks.
This cursor blinks at me.
It blinks.
This cursor demands words.
It blinks.
This cursor wants descriptive phrases.
It blinks.
This cursor is other human eyes, minds and hearts asking for more.
It blinks.
What do you want? I have nothing today. I have nothing to give.
It blinks.
This cursor is other humans - and it is also another me.
It blinks.
This cursor demands answers - answers that will not come.
It blinks.
This cursor is someone that is not there.
It blinks.
This cursor is empty. It harbors not the eyes that one seeks.
It blinks.
Black to white. White to black. And still… it blinks…
Haley
Postscript: I should buy a typewriter.
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