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The Piss and the Sweat of All of Those Who Came Before The day is stillborn unwieldy and collapsing beneath its own weight the blue sky just something else made for other people something else we can't afford and the bus seats smell of the piss and sweat of all of those who came before on a day when you know you shouldn't drink but do what with the world always demanding we choose between life and death when we're much more inclined towards something in-between. |