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​With my eyes painfully contracted,
I listen to the monotony of a fidget.
Fidget tells me that I am dexterous;
Cheap flattery, little distraction.

Obscene possibilities lace my mind,
Thick darkness covers my grey matter.
Twenty years compressed into hate
And other dark four-lettered words.

A wild structure sits next to me,
Asks if I have a cigarette.
I smile, compulsively,
Suddenly, I remember why i am here.

My challan number is up,
Time to get my HIV test result.
Cross your pair for me,
Lest my community eats me for lunch!

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