Shadows of tapping feet decorate the floor
Tapping Feet
Light from screens cast their radiance upon my eyes yearning for my attention
I listen to the pipes of the air vents
I listen to thoughts that never end
Tomorrow maybe my shadow will disappear
But for today the tapping feet decorate the floor
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