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Mar 2016
and day
even the cats
who awoke me
have abandoned me
know better than me
how to satiate their needs
ruminate on my plight
stare at the harsh light
of a tiny screen
that casts no warmth
no comfort
illusory connection
nothing more
than a window
to mew at
Written by
John Reilly
   --- and SPT
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