Tired.

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I am tired of rhymed poetry

and prose without spine;

Of repetitive words

made perfect for the blind

Of brewed coffee

that no longer tastes right

Of smelling perfume

from a shirt that is not mine;

 

I am tired of loving you

under a Sun that doesn’t shine.

 

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