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Then the board pins scattered, the desk with the clashes of tone,
patterning your name.

Then the printer light shining green filling an empty room
like your smile.

Then the busy people rushing in without permission,
like your heart.

Then the fire alarm going off, ringing in my ears
like your flirtatious ways.

Then the keyboard making mistakes, making me feel silly,
like our speech.

Then the warning signs placed around the room, signalling
your mind.

Then my hand grasped upon the mouse, directing me
like your touch.

I can't escape you.