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The Screen

Words flicker on the screen blocking out our dreams
They want more and more not nine hours but twenty spinning the clock till we crawl on the floor 
Words decay in front of our of eyes a meaningless babble cross referenced and died 
Then they lift our dying limbs to type a few more
Then leave our rotting carcass by the door

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workplace modern world

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