Station 430: Haiku Collection 88

A worn, cluttered desk
Drawn in curtain, door half closed
A broken-back chair

Deep blue, bare floorboards
Blown out candles, distant chirps
Pale light crawling forth

Torrid, stifling air
The low hum of nearby fans
Blasting heat inwards

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