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Sucking in and exhaling time,

Hours, days and decades,

Devoured and excreted,

Endless waste, an endless wait.

For an unknown something,

So many unused pages,

Caged in futility,

I am all exterior,

Temporary,transient exterior.

Useless machine, empty book,

And as the rot sets in,

I'm feeling like a dust,

It's sawdust slowly,

Trickling away.