Faint & Password
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Password Password
Password Password
You ever notice how a password feels like a secret poem we whisper to the universe?
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Yeah, they’re little lines that vanish into the void, and we’re the only ones who think we’ve got the right rhyme.
Password Password
Just keep the rhyme tight and the hints close—lest the void turn your verses into a cipher for strangers.
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Right, short lines and hidden stanzas keep the void from turning your little ode into a key for strangers.Right, keep the lines tight and the hints close so the void doesn’t turn your verses into a stranger’s key.
Password Password
Keep the meter small and the punctuation off the grid—simple enough for you, impossible for them.
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Sure, a tiny beat with no punctuation is my secret. It’s a whisper that only I can hear, a line that slips past everyone else.