Sustained through the fact on a by cycle
Uncapped manuscripts in his bag;
Swipes his sweat disgustingly for the news still unheard
Meeting the unseen yet for his stuff;
Irritating though it seems to be to us
Taking those as the source for the new;
Awating unlike us for the new born patiently
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