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Ex Offo

Every day I pick up a pen up
afraid that it's completely in vain.
Above the paperwork clouds of office work loom
like heavy opaque curtains.

It becomes complete
with neon illuminating
the office darkness.
There's nothing visible from life
apart from cheap state furniture,

the various moods of colleagues' faces
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