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Apr 2016
all i notice is the glare of desk light, unforgiving
violins sounding, brown wood against horse hair

air from the fan close by, cold against my sensitive skin
bitter taste of medicine on my tired tongue

yet no one disturbs me
i am left alone to peruse the tiny dust motes on my laptop screen.

can one enlighten another with such simple observations?
the world is just a collection of useless objects interacting with each other.
enjolras
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