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The bar is always higher
and the goalposts
are out of sight
no pause for a task well done
just more more more
no rest, no calm
no cure for this dis-ease
just demands that pull
words that tear like knives
it is never enough
will never be enough
though my blood
could be poured into each moment
still the chorus
more more more
until there is one less
of me – Caroline A. Slee