There's a drill
that jolts me terrible.
Unknown bills
that messed up my table.
Alarms kept sounding
In different lines -
Squeezing
The fatigue minds.
Stepped out of the square
And gazed at the column
Hunted for "Where"?
and it was solemn
The juggler stands
In odd street ends.
With thousands who gazed
At the clueless heads.
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