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You visit me at work. I kiss you hello without My workwear staining your Outfit. You put on hardhat And steel tipped boots And follow through Corridors of neatly demolished Offices prepared for Rebuilding. This is my life during the Everydays. These rough walls Are my home away from our Homes. Now you have a face To the name of my Work. I think of us. How Demolition hurts. How The clean up is hard, ***** labour. We have a few ghosts left from Previous days. Here, take gloves And a shovel. I'll help you carry. Then I'll help you rebuild.
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Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 4:54 AM UTC
Demolition
You visit me at work. I kiss you hello without My workwear staining your Outfit. You put on hardhat And steel tipped boots And follow through Corridors of neatly demolished Offices prepared for Rebuilding. This is my life during the Everydays. These rough walls Are my home away from our Homes. Now you have a face To the name of my Work. I think of us. How Demolition hurts. How The clean up is hard, ***** labour. We have a few ghosts left from Previous days. Here, take gloves And a shovel. I'll help you carry. Then I'll help you rebuild.
For Helene. Whom I love.
sgholter
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Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 4:54 AM UTC
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