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ABSTRACT POEMS

Insanity, see? for me.
I feel, sometimes I go insane.
Waiting for the subway train
Another day, to work.
9-5, don't make me feel alive.
I'm in my box. Nobody with me talks.
All boxes, the same, can drive you unsane.
I am on my way.
I work all day, earn my pay.
Pay my bills, there are no thrills.
Overtime, not fine.
Weekends,
I have no friends
I can't ahead. A ceiling glass.
I can't pass.

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