Working on a Monday morning.
Typing the most monotonous shit ever.
Using scripts to complete words and phrases to cut down on the fill.
Bright sky shining through the window into my tiny pupils/
Hot office, hot faux leather desk chair.
In my view are both an American flag, a Rupert Murdoch rug, and pointless brochures.
I have a desire to break free and fall into an icy river.
I need to catch a cold breath.
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