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In the space between paychecks, walking back and forth to nowhere in a post-wage, first world shooting gallery,                          we make bland backgrounds,                                 dull grey blurs from miles of stretching, chain link work weeks                        sore legs stride fast                         all the same. Think of climbing but your lead feet won't play. Blaming long nights for stiff necks, wax poetic. Piling losses pin each stanza to our thin, unrav'ling sleeves                             we'll take our chances                         with cheap drinks, cheap thrills and priceless conversations                        swelled tongues talk fast                        all the same. We're taught to pave the roads to our own graves.
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May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 1:22 PM UTC
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In the space between paychecks, walking back and forth to nowhere in a post-wage, first world shooting gallery,                          we make bland backgrounds,                                 dull grey blurs from miles of stretching, chain link work weeks                        sore legs stride fast                         all the same. Think of climbing but your lead feet won't play. Blaming long nights for stiff necks, wax poetic. Piling losses pin each stanza to our thin, unrav'ling sleeves                             we'll take our chances                         with cheap drinks, cheap thrills and priceless conversations                        swelled tongues talk fast                        all the same. We're taught to pave the roads to our own graves.
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May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 1:22 PM UTC
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