WEAKDAYS

‘man!’

i go

     (there’s

     werds-thousands of them at faster miles an hour

     and people! everywhere. . . )

‘christ!’

i go

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‘cant help you’

i cry out

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‘cos i’m not alive’

i

stare into office eyes

into

tied down gym system lives

‘i cant help you’

i cry out

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‘i’m not alive’