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Flashback Forward
Tired eyes within an expression of lies.
Modesty sold to both youth and old.
Peering out of an unseen future.
Days spent in a sweatshop to pay rent on a house occupied by a phantom with no name.
Dreams of a surf bound to a contract with no expiration date.
My reward for a job well done being an expedited pink slip that guarantees overtime.
I was lied to by those closest to me.
College was a scam designed to empower the corrupt to a tenure unforseen.
I'll see your poverty and raise you a heart attack.
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Michael Maul
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