Boredom

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A world of gray conformed to dull your mind
The lethargy that lulls you to the insides of your eyelids
The midmorning slump
Fractals of lassitude
The blended sight of slow moving masses
Indistinct
Heavy with nothing
Odorless adding to the stupor
Bland like unsalted potatoes
Words run together in a monotone





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