Troll
It hides in a forest of keys,
typing words that sink into my soil.
I'd feed it mushrooms,
If it only showed its face.
Hidden warts
and claws,
behind white light
Blue light.
Light that keeps me awake at night.
As well as words.
Words that must be magic.
To keep me awake,
and working
As eyes shed rain.
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