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?
☹️
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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?
☹️
Facing the gravity of reality
Hallows for hope
Deep and dark
Life hangs below the gallows
Out there near the brick wall
I can see a man standing all alone
His face has a strange expression
His shirt is torn and blooded
The sweat on his forehead
Tells his running story
😈
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