The windows steam
I am boiling
Midnight is morning
These bottles are old friends needing new homes
There is murder in the kitchen
Hissing pots and scolding flames
These knives are rusty enemies tired of their work
I am tired of my work too
Burnt out on processors and programs
On software and living code
Cubicle hopping screen staring
Keyboard mashing
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