We comprise the backbone of this leprous body, of this life(less) from
Ambiguous and vaporous, it moves through us all
Saturating all with its foul odor of stale blood and sweat from our tired hands
that took out your garbage and swept your floors,
filled your orders and delivered them to your fucking doors
We carry the weight
We suffer the load.
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