Tactile Rhythms

Fingertips dance on the screen—
Not as light, nor as fleet,
As ink on paper’s steady drift.
Beauty lingers in each pacing,
The tap-dancer and the waltzer,
As words follow their lead.

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T!el Fajardo

Art still thrills me. Aphantasic brazilian writer, born in the 90's. I enjoy reading mostly poetry, sci-fi, and shonen-seinen manga. Favorite authors: Asimov, Tolkien, Guilherme de Almeida, Paulo Leminski, Douglas Adams, Tite Kubo, Yoshihiro Togashi... I also write songs.

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