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Mar 2014
I'm ******* up.
My laundry list
Continues to accumulate
Into a giant,
Hovering over me,
Breathing down my neck.
"Why aren't you working faster?"
He taunts.
I can't move any faster.
I can't move at all.
My batteries are dead.
Jenson Nickole Strock
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