There once was a desk in the gloom, Where paperwork swallowed the room, Each signature bled, In bureaucratic dread, As deadlines drifted to doom. A worker with hollowed-out eyes, Filed truths buried under disguise, They stamped with a sigh, Let the hopeful comply, While dreams quietly fossilized. In halls where mechanical hums low, Time drips at a glacial slow flow, The memos all creep, Past secrets they keep, Where sunlight is hesitant to go. And yet through the monotone night, They labor out of duty, not delight, Guarding unseen gears, Fueled by coffee and fears, Keeping shadows in order… just right.
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