You are the familiar thief,
Habitual and greetings brief.
Slaving away because you don't know any better.
You're caving in, but safe in the shelter you've made.
Tacky-furnished, you wear a tacked on smile
And like it, even if the choice wasn't yours.
Movements spill sound on the floor
That you clean up after yourself,
Getting to know every step you take,
Slow with the heavy words that you make.
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