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I can hear the muses calling 'Though my hands are tied with work And ghandarvas sing through cracks Beyond the off-white office walls. I know I should be free with them. But instead: Sign here, Date there, Keep the tally, O reckoner of warehouse sheets! The condition of modern slavery Of entire paydays spent at once While knowing that a human life Is more precious than the profit line.
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Dec 26, 2020
Dec 26, 2020 at 11:13 AM UTC
Keep the tally
I can hear the muses calling 'Though my hands are tied with work And ghandarvas sing through cracks Beyond the off-white office walls. I know I should be free with them. But instead: Sign here, Date there, Keep the tally, O reckoner of warehouse sheets! The condition of modern slavery Of entire paydays spent at once While knowing that a human life Is more precious than the profit line.
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Dec 26, 2020
Dec 26, 2020 at 11:13 AM UTC
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