The hand in the hydraulic press
Held more hope than words can express;
Now, behold the leaky mesh -
Sticky, messy, compressed flesh.
A child of twenty-two,
The hotshot on the crew.
But dreams that come true,
Come to an end, too.
The hand in the hydraulic press
Held more hope than words can express;
Now, behold the leaky mesh -
Sticky, messy, compressed flesh.
A child of twenty-two,
The hotshot on the crew.
But dreams that come true,
Come to an end, too.
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