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9:25 PM on a Monday evening

Longer and longer
Patience turns into inaction
Tick tock
Until a new empty day.

Too much too much
The words rattle against my skull
Feel the empty
Brewing.

A glorious nothing
A free addiction
I line my insides with
Precise numbers

The rows are neat
Stacked single file
A storeroom empty
So curves turn to corners.

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