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8am
The tower’s tall today.
Pieces of information lay
Ready, to be digested.
10am
I’ve plodded along the pile.
My mind’s inhaled every word, every file
Fully. My patience is slowly being tested.
12noon
The pile won’t seem to end.
It looms at me; it taunts, it bends
My will. I’m no longer invested.
3pm
I’m trapped in a cage
Of a neverending prison of pages
That torment me. My home feels infested.
5pm
Finally! I power through.
Now, the pile’s been reduced to a few
Measly shreds. I’m feeling calm, collected…
Until tomorrow.
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