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Jul 2014
Waste paper & ink
via corporate endeavors—
no doubt noble.
Vicariously sit still
or swivel around—
Oh, corporate freedom!
The aircon's never felt this
cold,
the coffee never this
expensive (& free, but
a mirage is a mirage.)
the elevator never this
wild & brimming with life.

Braindead oblivion
is a natural high.
First week at my first ever job—done. Next: death.
Lyra O
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Lyra O  PHL
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   Margaret Austin Go
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