This turning wheel

This turning wheel

Terminalose

Smokestack dawn chills my ragged skin
Iron jaws scrape where the day begins
That punch clock hum feels like grinding sin
Dust in my chest keeps dragging me in

Cold hands ache in the early gray
No voice here to push the …

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