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Ennui and vanity laced my smile, I bled from my fingertips onto the tiles And from my pen I transcribed   emotions Into letters set in motion. The old keyboard wouldn’t type what I want it to write,        Nothing would come out right.   Words didn’t feel the same As when I recited them in my head And I didn’t want them to mean, I wanted them to be   poetry I wanted to say I loved her,  With more than eight letters Like a flickering candle I wanted to disappear   In one final burst of light, without regret or fear. I was self-righteous, believing to be right this time And that my parting words were to b