Nov 29
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Broken

Hands stiff and sore, calloused from spinning day after day

Lungs black and failing

Back bent, head low

Clothes dirty and soiled

Feet blistered and aching

This is no way to live a life

The confines of this mill will be the death of me

I need to get out

Will the photographs save me?

Will the strange man with a camera be my savior?

Probably not

I will pose nonetheless

Surely somebody will take pity on a frail, broken girl
 
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