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Hard work
You work until your hands become blistered
You work your blisters until they form calluses
You work until your calluses rip open
Working until your hands are stripped of their flesh
You wear down your bones
Slowly grinding them into dust
Then and only then
You may rest
You work your blisters until they form calluses
You work until your calluses rip open
Working until your hands are stripped of their flesh
You wear down your bones
Slowly grinding them into dust
Then and only then
You may rest
Published 9th Feb 2019
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