Living
byRobert Ganshaw
March 16, 2010
Poetry
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Smashed hands
Flat feet
Cut fingers, stiff neck and there is no cheap fix in sight.
I sit around waiting
To do the job again
I’ll probably do this forever till
There is nothing left of me
except dead skin and shit stains.
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