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Mercury in Retrograde


Sleep was nothing but a myth;
nightmares ruled the day.

Vocabulary limited to an apology,
strength dwindled beneath
the weight of pity.

It was a slow progression
on broken glass
towards the darkened room;
insidious laughter cackling
from within the demise.

The smell of bullshit and bureaucracy
induced violent convulsions;
the mental walls came tumbling down.

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