WorkaholicA Poem by Satoshi IroTzuHe woke up washed with rays of sun had his tie fixed and motored to work there was a shortcut on his way he loved it every single day but when he reached for the door a grab went through then a realization arose man was a ghost
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Added on May 14, 2015 Last Updated on May 14, 2015 Author
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