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Tuesday, May 12, 2009
.113 [work place]
it was a disgusting kind of grind.
a real shit-hole.
lousy benefits.
the kind of place that
makes me wanna
wriggle out of my skin and
on to the mushroom colored carpet,
coffee stained and trampled.
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