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entropic pindrop precision on the keys

emotion as expressed by unsemiotics

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the truest of thoughts cannot be communicated with language only the burst of emotion that cleaves the medium

ruptures through it

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with only chance and impulse we learn to speak our vows

it could've landed on any other keys but it landed here

and now with nothing but the dirt and something lighter than it we learn to hold one anothers hand

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isn't it ironic how these are the only words I have that can communicate this feeling to you?