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17h
I sit out here upon my swiveled throne of humbled resplendence
Granted a momentary reprieve from work as storage is shuffled out
The early day's cool dance in contrast to the sun's blinding warmth
My desk was next to the bay door of a small warehouse.
Written by
Jacob
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     Immortality and Emma
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