Feed me your words
Press me your thoughts
Let the thinking rains on me and falls
I am your typewriter
Unfortunately being anachronic
For having a secondhand mind
As the skimmer of your life
Put me on the dusty light
Shut me down in the night
Be the hero of mine
Be the teller and make me sigh
For having my secondhand mind
As nothing under your sight
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