Click Click ClickA Poem by midnight reaperA man sits at a desk with a pen in hand tapping it against the desk, click click click. A man sits at a desk with eyes shining bright with days of unrest and no sleep. A man sits at a desk filled with cans and empty containers. A man sits at a desk but yet he floats above himself afraid to see himself, to delve into his pool that fills the void in his shell. A man sits at a desk with a pen in hand tapping it against the desk, click click click. A man stands up after hours of floating in space. A man drove to the end by the poison and thoughts clawing at his skull. A man sits down on his bed, click click click. The room is silent, the note is blank.
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