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Arial Black
I walk through the long corridors
On the basement of my mind
As I switch on the lights
In the darkest corners
To find an old tattered song
A forgotten scar, a kiss.
The sort that sent beautiful chills
Sepia photographs, slam books.
Smell of a wrinkled leather-bound journal
Patina on its copper bookmark
The innocent curves and slants
Of a cursive hand, a dreamy mortal
In royal blue, the smudges
Of a leaky fountain pen.
The font on the screen
Promptly breaks my reverie
Arial black,
Font size eleven.