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Rated: E · Poetry · Philosophy · #1296451

At the end of my day....

My body toiled in the fields of today,
The youth drained away with the toil.
Where are the children of my sweat?
They withered away under the blaze of the sun.
And here I return, the lost woman...
To my home as empty as death.
Here I return because the day is over.
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