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Apr 2020
Used
To
Be

A
Tough
Job

Lots
Of
Faces

Everyday

Look
Through
My
Window

Happy
Busy
Hurt
Sad
Angry
Crazy

Faces

****
Changed
ALOT

Even
Bad
Days

I
Didn’t
See
This much

Now

I
Hate
My
Window

It’s the same face looking in
Every day
Every other
*******
Minute

Running down the hall

Bodies
Machines
Yelling
Screaming
Crying

Silence

Whole hallways of silence

Waiting
For their government ride
To pick them up

I’m
Tired of
Death
Looking in
My
Window
Transgressive freeverse
Jen Snow
Written by
Jen Snow  46/F/USA
(46/F/USA)   
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