(This video I have to thank my nephew had it not been for him I would not have ever seen ... I love you my baby)
POETRY
Cold hands and shaking hands
innocent
working relentlessly. To play
to be free is not enough salary for one year. In
hell of machines and total darkness
all hope is lost
killed by those who beat them and insulted them.
but their thoughts do not die
continue to shine in their hearts.
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