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hi again darling, this week I worked so hard my hamstrings are screeching from sitting, and somehow I’ve learned to sleep eyes wide open. Honey I’m tired but I don’t mind bringing home bacon. after all, if you’re going to call me lakshmi of the house, I better find some gold before you blow the conch. this week I worked through a sea of dead names and dead faces of friendly strangers that kinda looked like you and I toiled through another pandemic-ridden seven days even from home I’m wearing a mask because it’s too hard to see tragedy and be working instead. So on my break I retweet fleet, press some of that goddess gold into the digital donations, because even a world away even if you don’t see it, there’s little wealth in work.
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Jun 26, 2020
Jun 26, 2020 at 10:08 AM UTC
no wealth in work
hi again darling, this week I worked so hard my hamstrings are screeching from sitting, and somehow I’ve learned to sleep eyes wide open. Honey I’m tired but I don’t mind bringing home bacon. after all, if you’re going to call me lakshmi of the house, I better find some gold before you blow the conch. this week I worked through a sea of dead names and dead faces of friendly strangers that kinda looked like you and I toiled through another pandemic-ridden seven days even from home I’m wearing a mask because it’s too hard to see tragedy and be working instead. So on my break I retweet fleet, press some of that goddess gold into the digital donations, because even a world away even if you don’t see it, there’s little wealth in work.
KRBanerjee
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Jun 26, 2020
Jun 26, 2020 at 10:08 AM UTC
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