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Death In The Orient
Contributed by
liam
on
Saturday, 19th February 2005 @ 09:10:09 AM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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Youre the label to my comfort, You are foreign The air is thick and heavy, Hanging over exhausted workers, Like a cloud swelled with a coming rain, Betrayed by desperation, You toil 10 seconds, Sold with love, From frail shriveled arms, You are greeted by labors cold hands, This place is a prison, Punishing hopes and dreams, Melting hearts to plastic.
Copyright ©
liam
... [
2005-02-19 09:10:09] (Date/Time posted on
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