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Looking Back
Could you
bring them Back
those memories
to that day
the first day
You ever laughed
when you heard
You
be nothing
but a slave
To be used
and abused
like a dirty old hole
in the cardboard city's
that will soon
become your home
directed by those
who no longer have
A Soul
bring them Back
those memories
to that day
the first day
You ever laughed
when you heard
You
be nothing
but a slave
To be used
and abused
like a dirty old hole
in the cardboard city's
that will soon
become your home
directed by those
who no longer have
A Soul
Published 29th Apr 2019
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30th Apr 2019 6:05am
Sadly, as time marches on and we age, we realise just how much a slave we truly are to our salaries and the corporate world !
