Vintage
Haiku About a Typewriter
By Kristen BalyeatPublished 4 years ago • Updated 4 years ago • 1 min read
Photo by Patrick Fore on Unsplash
On my command, slugs
slap crisp paper with my thoughts
through worn ribbon. Ding!
About the Creator
Kristen Balyeat
Words fly to me on the wind, bump me as I'm strolling the city, splash me in the face while I rest by the river, and shake me awake in the middle of the night—I’m humbly one of the vessels they use to come to life.
Also, i love you:)
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