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I stock shelves, oh how life sells My anger and my hatred Left behind a life held sacred Poetry doesn’t pay the bills If any good, even still And as I feel myself slip away To join the boxes stacked atop I can’t help but wonder If this life could happen not?
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Jul 4, 2023
Jul 4, 2023 at 10:27 AM UTC
Shelves
I stock shelves, oh how life sells My anger and my hatred Left behind a life held sacred Poetry doesn’t pay the bills If any good, even still And as I feel myself slip away To join the boxes stacked atop I can’t help but wonder If this life could happen not?
#retail#poet
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Gregorj
18/M/Australia
Jul 4, 2023
Jul 4, 2023 at 10:27 AM UTC
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