outside the factory working in the clutter
The green hose of the filter the wool and stones
The big fiber sacks clumsy and overflowing
on smooth concrete floors
Coffee we begged for
and useless conversation
the meaningless talk
that fostered illusions
young minds consumed
yet nothing was brewed
mother pointed out the chaos
the work was being done
yet all on different timelines
so no lunch no coffee
no illusions
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