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Aug 2015
every morning i wake up
feels like my last day on this earth
my bodys out of commission
the gears are clogged and worn down
if it was a place it would look like downtown

I take the train every wednesday
just to see a friend
working on art, making headway
hoping the colors will blend

my boss terrifies me
don't know why
i keep things low key
just trying to get by

so help me
Daniel John
Written by
Daniel John  Franklin, MA
(Franklin, MA)   
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