Pill box

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An extra slot 
For an extra day
The day that slips thru the week
Is as abstract as the asymmetry
That syndicates the evenness
And balance
Of the days
That find full circle
In the remains
Of their oddity.

 Note: Inspired by my pill box that has eight compartments

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