Work never felt so,
Long, boring, tedious, flat,
Just five more weeks left.
The length of a line
Is not chosen by letters
But by your breaths shape.
one two three four five
one two three four three two one
five four three two one
A cool calming pitch
Rings bright over a grand crowd
Who gathers for sound
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