WorkerA Poem by Wayfaring stranger
Too many sounds
In one momentum of requiem Darkest thought In dreams of worker Echoing warning Rage of a skies Reverenge for freedom In open explanations Narcotic---alcoholic--soul Monitoring Unconcrete Emptines of wounds Dreams of one worker Into cyclon of near end Sterilzations On left dissable hand © 2019 Wayfaring strangerReviews
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Added on May 13, 2019Last Updated on October 31, 2019 Author
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