some things come to
“naturally” in child
hood that lost like
get smothered tracked
on with accumulated
years of office pop
cubicle sound proof
ing interspersed w/
whispered curses company
coffee cups then one day
finally have alone time w/
“your” smothered thoughts
colors tamped down a few
sense of rhythm off kil
ter search for a little
lights are left inside
finds you are slid into
the reciprocity of “likes”
easiest way to survive
be watcher, commenter
supporter, clicker of ads
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