Read Poem: WAGE, by Alexia Kalogeropoulou 

The days go by
the nights go by
in the diary
like an early grave
of joy
and laziness.

Visions are huddled
in spare time
slightest the lease of life
in the beginning of each month
not sufficient for dreams.
And this, they say, is called life.

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