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The Usual

Sun through window,

Clock ticks.

I stare into space,

Blank mind like empty canvas.

Pen taps,

Doodles,

Failed slaughterer of time.

 

Work unfinished,

Clock ticks.

Cold coffee untasted,

I look at unread my emails,

and ignore them.

Facebook?

 

Clock ticks.

Clock ticks.

Clock ticks.

 

Shuffle papers,

Move mouse,

Press keys,

Clock ticks.

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