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Sterile Stuff
The usual good mornings,
How was your week-end,
What about the weather
Did you watch the awards,
The sterile stuff that makes
For beige small talk and
Smiles without meaning,
One can only imagine
The countless movies
Playing in minds,
Rewinding, replaying,
Bits and pieces intermixing,
Harassing emotions into
Reliving what some call
Things already past,
Daydreaming about things
That have not yet happened.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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