Wow...
What a feeling of power.
I find that I can still do that magic thing,
and it is still done with the slightest touch
of my index finger.
I write,
and I am not satisfied with what I have written,
so I click on the "x" at the top corner of the page;
the little screen comes up:
"Untitled has changed. Save changes?"
And I click on "No."
And everything goes away.
Not quite the adrenalin rush of old,
but I find that, though it is only words this time,
I am still able to kill.

It's a hell of a metaphor, ain't it?
Or is it a simile?
Damn. Now it's a quandary.

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