Unfinished

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Unfinished

I am grown weary of these boys who break us,
of burnt fingers from hot coffee
and not quite enough substance to the cup.

I am grown tired of these days that crack us,
of bones knocked brittle
by the wear and tear of an all-too-ordinary misery.

I am grown numb from this buzzing in the background
of all the past little onslaughts
that have left us printed with the ink of yesterday’s news.

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