At My Desk -

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-------Here I sit

In the maw of the beast

-------Typing upon

My glass and light void

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-------Wondering who

Will join in the feast

-------Spectral voice

Keeps me well employed

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-------Feel that breath

Hot wisps on my face

-------To parse a lie

And time my disgust.

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-------Whispered gripes

Speak of my disgrace

-------Deft emphasis

Will give me your trust