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Stress
I feel you creeping down my neck
Your cold, choke-worthy fingers tapping down my spine
Making sure you rattle my every bone
Stacking an extremity of weight on my petite shoulders
Pushing and piling ‘til there is nothing left to support it
Nothing left, but my disheveled body,
Bruised by the pressure
poem comment
well written,hope your not feeling all this pain
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ron parrish