smelling freshly photocopied paper
warm and crisp ready for death by recycling
there is too much energy in here
powerful and eager to crush little minds
glaring cold metal drawers filled with searing heat
enough take you down
enough to make you rub your bruised bum
and walk right out the door
or right through the wind-resistant glass
into the frigid, cloudbursting sky

02/07/2003

Posted on 02/07/2003
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