Thursday-For The Workface, Drowning
anonymous
September 21 2003, 18:29:29 UTC
Falling from the top floor your lungs fill like parachutes windows go rushing by. people inside, dressed for the funeral in black and white. These ties strangle our necks, hanging in the closet, found in the cubicle; without a name, just numbers, on the resume stored in the mainframe, marked for delete.
please take these hands throw them in the river, wash away the things they never held please take these hands, throw me in the river, dont let me drown before the workday ends.
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fill like parachutes
windows go rushing by.
people inside,
dressed for the funeral in black and white.
These ties strangle our necks, hanging in the closet,
found in the cubicle;
without a name, just numbers, on the resume stored in the mainframe, marked for delete.
please take these hands
throw them in the river,
wash away the things they never held
please take these hands,
throw me in the river,
dont let me drown before the workday ends.
Will you add me?
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