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like leaves in a new york gutter on a sunny autumn day standing pressed against the glass so i can see it all the window is always cold reflections of the office behind me merge with the vision outside feeling like the office is sinking into my skin im fading away into these grey walls voicing only the rattle of the keys crying random phone rings becoming this company ghosts of sunlight whisper, those noises are they who came before those who have now gone i am in danger of fading away five dollar falling five dollar failing five dollar and fading . . .all over the windows and the floor |
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