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Sisyphus at Lunch

Everything reminds me 

Of something else

Every gesture

Every act 

 

I’ve seen too much 

Yet nothing’s happened 

I fall into a dream 

About the past 

 

It makes me anxious 

About the future

Could something good 

Still come out of it 

 

When the space between 

What we know and do 

Starts to extend beyond 

What we can address 

◄ Lost in a Design

I've known only war ►

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