041111b Toil Has Its End Poem by Manonton Dalan
041111b Toil Has Its End
i scratch my skin to almost raw
dust falling from ceiling i don't know
i have a mask and coveralls too
still makes me cough and sneeze
could be fiberglass or metal fines
either way it's enough to do damage
hot shower is soothing my skin
soap must have carried away
impurities trying to stick in me
plus relaxing these muscles
that battled a day long work
before i lay my back on softness
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