Office Poetry
about small things, nothings and the somethings in between
Office Poetry
about small things, nothings and the somethings in between
Monday
Four
4 am and the body
Sags, a puppet
With nothing left
Being held up
By stimulant and sturdy
Front desk
Caving the curvature
Frames the top and drop
To the floor
Empty inside, no more
On elbows body bowing
A husk
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