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Blistering of hands and feet

Racing for the finishing line

And getting the shine.

The breaking of sweat

Flooding on brows

And streaming on bruises.

Passing out raspy sighs

From the breaking of bones

Cracking under the weight.

Dusk arrives with short meals

Seeking solace and company—

Dawn quickly breaks

Cutting late night assignments.

Weary and parched,

Hearts yearn to be quenched

Some with wise waters

Others with wise words.

Desiring to be tendered

Having spent hours on distant calls,

Hearts rattle and snuggle and

give in to unwinding.