Communicating Through Fingertips To

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I am little more than nothing and my words are everything of this earth.

And so I record them on these pages for ages and ages hence.

When someone will read what I think and care enough to send my message to the addressee.

Far off in some unknown land.

Because I speak of nonsense and worldiness and I hurt those that live by sense.

I am little more than nothing and my words are more than what you have.

I type these pages because I have that ability and I am nothing more than my gift to you.

You who does not appreciate what I bleed onto the page you read because....

You cannot read.

You are blind and I am words and we speak in different tongues.

Because.

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