NaPoWriMo, Day Twenty-Three, Poem Twenty-Two
Friday Shift
One floor up
toxics don't
spill up.
Larvae won't
take flying leaps
Gossip will
slump before
it climbs.
If they don't see,
it doesn't exist
ever.
Go home,
shut out what
they don't know,
pacify with
own tail
for weekend.
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