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On a day such as this, I return from my tiring work. On a day such as this, I return to this dull world. I hear it once more-- The droning, and the grayness it explores. I feel it coming-- The humming, and the slight drumming... The thinning beats are composed of children's pitter-patter, And sullen ***** dish clatter. The tuneless melody speaks of pointless meanings, And empty greetings. I hear it once more-- The droning, and the grayness it explores. I feel it coming-- The humming, and the slight drumming... I hear it one more time-- Or so I think, For the part of me that understands Has already died.
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Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 12:18 AM UTC
The Humming
On a day such as this, I return from my tiring work. On a day such as this, I return to this dull world. I hear it once more-- The droning, and the grayness it explores. I feel it coming-- The humming, and the slight drumming... The thinning beats are composed of children's pitter-patter, And sullen ***** dish clatter. The tuneless melody speaks of pointless meanings, And empty greetings. I hear it once more-- The droning, and the grayness it explores. I feel it coming-- The humming, and the slight drumming... I hear it one more time-- Or so I think, For the part of me that understands Has already died.
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sushii
Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 12:18 AM UTC
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