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I can't stop

Looking over

The time sheets

Are they late?

It's just a string

of numbers

and I can't hear

my thoughts in here.

The people step over

and around me

one woman looks down

annoyed

I get on a car

where strangers jostle me

I look forward

While my chest shudders

and a man yells

about how drunk he was.

The echoes

sound like people

but they talk

about nothing

and express nothing

but their addiction

to each other.