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Feb 2021
boredom
seemingly brooding
to the unacquainted eye
another’s speech lost to the
mindless drawl
i’ve tuned monotony to

who knew how torturous
sitting could be
Written by
AMarie  21/F/NY
(21/F/NY)   
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