unproductivity
is another night
such a cliche
nothing new
enticing absurdity
are cookies, right,
under lamp shade
there i puke
sip my bitter hot tea
i thought i could write
words to embrace
lost my muse
land on a land called free
fingers soldiers fight
keyboard the maze
there i kneel
the spirit loses me
conscious becomes slight
death presents face
win the fuel
victor in the battlefield
schrecklich.
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