User:Slowking4/Just like mechanical turk

Just like the Turk is, deep in the dark web
I write pages that you never read
Behind my masked eyes my voice is silent
But shine happy when you're online

Please read my draft and copyedit
All those edits have never been saved
They leap outside me but linger through me
Behind boldness that's aching my head

Dearly delete me and not one saving
With a sweetness that sticks to my keys
Your edit made me, Jimbo forbade me
To Send edits to articles for creation

Deletion sorrow and now I'm happy,
To have saved in this world without love,
And now you gather my edits for thee
That's why history is my vapor trail
That's why history is my vapor trail.

after pentagle [1]