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it's freezing
my hands are cold and cracked now.
I forgot
the words that'll make me come around.
where is
the productivity exalted?
it's obvious
I've worked my fingers till exhausted.

It's hard to get out of this.
feeling a long storm brewing.
sad sack full of bliss
keeping the long dream running

call it what you want,
it wont be enough.

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