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Geek Angst Poetry.

My {office,home} is
{overflowing,drowning,brimming} in a
{sea,ocean,river,torrent} of {disused,rejected,ancient}
{computers,monitors,printers}.

It dreams of {rest,death,collapse}
There is no love.
They are cast off, from a {corporate,greedy} world.
Rejected.
Torn.
Alone.