My fingertips bounce
and dance around in steps
they've danced so carelessly
before, with mind intent
on thought of what passed
through
my mind to bring me here, what more
I'll do with it, as soon as I get
past this screen. But then
my mind got lost in dance; the
passwords I come up with are
so cute! I constantly and
consciously refrain
from saying them aloud
to give away the game, but
each and every one's a character
of sorts, a little dork
with a name. Shoot. I got
distracted, fond and lost
my place, appreciating. As
I should! As they deserve, but
now, it's hard
recalling why
I came.
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