The countdown of the calendar

Each hour passing by,
My drooping eyes blurring
As I rub my strained thighs.
My fingers twitch with each tap,
As I hit the enter key
I am rewarded with the keyboards clap.
Words dancing on the screen,
Concentration slips
Sweat becoming a new sheen.
I cross off another deadline,
The purple ink smudging
As if to scold my whine.


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