Silent dusk would be done if it were not for the melody.
The song from the keys pressing down with each note.
Notes from inspiration that motivated new worlds.
Character that form with each click.
Pounding down on the keys to sing you this poem.
Hello, dear writer, and tell me what is your name?
For I am Unsigned and cannot seem to find my way.
Through this wonderland of many words.
Too many spilled thoughts, too many dreams, too many creations.
Gravestones for forgotten worlds.
Gravestones for lost characters.
I have been talking to myself while I sleep.
For they believe that I am pounding those keys while I am awake.
While truly, it is the pounding keys that demonstrate the pondering keys.
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