Hope and misery
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About to clock into work.
These shoes are digging into my feet.
They are black,
with elastic straps to tighten them.
I walk to the punch clock.
I reach out to touch the keys.
To live, there's a debt
To death, none at all
Only in two hearts woven
Can life be cloven
In the hopes and dreams
of the Emerald's streams
