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I drink my coffee
what is it
I am drinking it for 100th time

I read my poem
blank
what is it where the joy
the high I felt yesterday

I take a walk
faces look barren
and the sky is gray
wet even though it is not raining

I meet my friend
the same conversations
my brain will find a hack

I listen to music
it is empty
what did I like about this tune yesterday

It is Thursday
and I utterly lack motivation.