Stalling
weeks months days pass by
like strangers on the street
never looking him in the eyes
or stopping to notice the
bitterness behind them
but the seconds the minutes
stall
and he feels them all
like needles in the skin
acupuncture for the soul
but this is all the pain
without the treatment
banality and triviality
and now redundancies
sadly appropriate
for the life he leads
doesnt it stop
hed like to think so
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