No Signal

I never truly stop, I’m not lost

I’m self contained

I’ve always got something that I want to pen to page

My endless, ageless passion

I cannot count the times I’ve been labeled as “old fashioned”

Keys crashing with echoes of antiquity

Lost with my typewriter; a gift that’s all too dear to me

My way to be connected, though often hid away

Mechanical extension

Carriage, bell and tape

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