Meanwhile, mobiles crouch, ready to vibrate On bedside tables. The laptop's a dark slate, Though the world (or something of it) starts to rouse. The sky is undercooked, white as albumen. Work doesn't HAVE to be done. Open Windows: more junk mail to browse.
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Meanwhile, mobiles crouch, ready to vibrate
On bedside tables. The laptop's a dark slate,
Though the world (or something of it) starts to
rouse.
The sky is undercooked, white as albumen.
Work doesn't HAVE to be done.
Open Windows: more junk mail to browse.
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