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Apr 4
Upon sunset
all hours in between spent
the clacking never ceasing
the lids ever creasing

tightness growing in my chest
working for the cruel fascist
murdering our time
on the company dime

deadlines meeting at the centre
Never heard the end of.
It is nearly four o clock in the morning, smells are starting to resemble colours.
Written by
Stephanie  19/F/Ireland
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