How I’ve written

Plop a pen down on a pad

I wish

Push a platen knob aside

I tried

And in all forms of digital shores

My stones went amiss

And yet here in a whisp

Where I can most quickly exists

And most full describe

What existence it sees

I am neither moving nor unalive

But happily lost in this

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