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Dots lining my screen
magic in the LEDs
making my computer light up
letting me see the digital world.
Making a beautiflul mess
in an electric wonder
Always there
within my computer monitor.
A group of randomness
has no meaning
seems disjointed
filled with memory
Loving the past
a memoir of the past
ever going to last
will always live on
as a work of art.
Needing love
wanting a friend
Has no place
to call his own.
Lives alone
on the streets
called a bum,
lives with cold feet.
All he wants is a place
a simple place
to call his own.
Home.
Flinging a sheep
An angle so steep.
Drifting off
as you fall to sleep.
You never knew
how on earth they flew
then, a brainwave, seems like an assault
They used a catapult!