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Mar 2016
Labour clenses
I sweat pure evil.
Lifting freight, peddling souls

No thank you
Im not climbing the ranks.
But slowly i begin to grin

I know where i fit
Assosciated with happiness.
Only known by doubt

Through labour i lift my plight
Written by
Death-throws  hamilton, new zealand
(hamilton, new zealand)   
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