Give UP
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1 min readApr 16, 2018
The lead weights that have nested in my finger tips
create a crawling pace.
I want this to be over.
Doneness is akin to perfection.
So I am overdone, charred to coal.
Resilience flakes off caught up in the rising pyre.
My belly impregnated by grit and detritus.
I am prone on the burning floor.
Waiting for the heat of failure
to blow away with its defeated ashes.
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