Typing away the time


Keys.
Tapping. Ticking.
No padlock
No codes.
Clicking. Clacking.

Keys.
Pattering. Pittering.
No chains.
No binds.
Rittling. Rattling.

Keys.
Chattering. Chittering
No door.
No box.
Knicking. Knacking.

Keys.
Flattering. Fluttering.
Words sprawling out.
Words flooding in.

Keys.
Fleeting.

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