I believed in you.
I bought into your stories.
How flexible you were.
That you'd be, for me,
during storm or snow,
hail or winter.
I do not believe that,
in these dark times
of dear, or the mail -
but you promised
flexible keys to me,
cleanable keys for me
even mobile mobility!
(In my loss, I can only link
to you, no tears are mine)
And only the old is left,
to be learned again,
because with it I have
spacesandwithyouI
wouldhaveamissing
spacebar (well, half of one).
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