thinking
thinking
of something
of anything
The pain in my back
the music playing
my hpone beside me
pen in hand
moving acrosse my fingers
twirling
twirling
vibrations, my phone
i wish
nothing
fan circulating
humid air
windows open
sweat pools
pen slips
it falls
palms sweating
thinking
getting nowhere
morning comes
and i've got nothing
just sweat
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