concrete everywhere
windows which never open
a copy of life
pressure mounting each day
my life is drifting away
left dark and empty
where are the people?
where do they keep heart desires?
beneath the levels?
hectic storm of paper
copying, cutting, running out
buzzer, empty tears
laughter at the verge
of madness taking over
trainees at their limits
strings pulling us like puppets
caught in nothingness
bodies without soul
dried out by pressures and demand
smile. the holidays
asses your teacher.
anything else: "I love you"
improve on your slides
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