The price is paid

Hi everyone,

The mounded heaps,
the teetering piles —
gone, banished,
back to the files.

The desks are clear,
sanitized, clean,
work gone, nevermore
to be seen.

The price is paid,
the stacks unstacked,
but how I miss
my desks unhacked.

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