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by Nicharee 'Milk' Phatitit
2:35.
In the calm,
The systematic locomotion;
Morning fractured into
The clean, white minutes -
Washed over by the
Sudden sea of serifs.
Poetic expressions
Bring no lasting
Impressions:
Only the meticulous certainty
Of sensory memory
Marking those moments,
So softly.
The broken hours
Passed unnoticed
Under the static
Scheduled structure,
Weekdays' anaesthetics.
Hard to imagine
The numbers it had numbed,
So many.
by Nicharee 'Milk' Phatitit
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