My
brother is an amazing poet. Why didn't he tell me?
Tonight, We Shall Work
We shall put on our boots with loathing, step out into the cold,
Retrieve our old love where it lies buried in the snow,
We shall carry it in and place it, in the dark once again,
And hasten to our work, to cleanse us of our pain.
Tonight, We shall Work.
We shall step to the
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