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Morning I’m alone no one interrupts my senses The food is bad It is loud in here silverware clashing into the washbin by the conveyor belt chaos disarray something is doing something wrong unsettling You can hear it pour rain falling A light rain marbles falling mumblings of a crowd cracking lighter, and quieter The metal clangs a loud echo Copyright Janet Kuypers. All rights reserved. No material may be reprinted without express permission.