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Nov 2015
My hands tremble from the burden you give me. My time is taken from the burden you bestow upon many. My check is limited from the black coal you hold so dear. I clock in, I clock out. My back aches of misery and advil. I lye on my death bed waiting to realize that today, today I am awake, but far from alive..
Had a long night at work. I hope you enjoy this short poem.
Matthew Mckenzie Goldsmith
Written by
Matthew Mckenzie Goldsmith  Washington
(Washington)   
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   stas and Maha Salman
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