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  
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