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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.