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Nov 2021
Fat
Thirties now
You sit
All day
Fast food
Short fuse
Damp mood
Hammed fist
Tired eyes
Pale skin
Cold nights
Just him
Pay goes
On ****
they take
You miss
And now
You sit
Alone.
A list
#listpoem
Written by
James R  Venezia
(Venezia)   
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