The sweat clung to my brow
Are as deep
as the lines
On my palm
Hoping for
nothing
Cos, time
for me never changed
At the end
of the day
The wage in
my hand
Enough
to feed one soul?
While I have
three bodies at home
☹️
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The sweat clung to my brow
Are as deep
as the lines
On my palm
Hoping for
nothing
Cos, time
for me never changed
At the end
of the day
The wage in
my hand
Enough
to feed one soul?
While I have
three bodies at home
☹️
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