and deep
is it's
way
my clock
of tinkering
things
tic tock
away
one
two
minutes
pass
time
loves
to grab
reigns
of my
attention
boiling
simmering
aggravation
deep
down
deep
pressure
rises
to
be
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oh the pressure....
Submitted:Jul 22, 2007 Reads: 116 Comments: 2 Likes: 0
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