I'm tired of good.
The things of ought and should.
I'm settling for good enough right now.
I've carried a frown and sweat on my brow,
for so long that they've carved valleys into me.
I lie brittle as a hollow tree.
Tears and sweat bring nothing but thirst.
So for a moment - me first.
Me first.
-o0o-
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