Pressure Of Kind.


The head started to ache.

The  pressure  was on all sides.

It was a horrible take.

Everything went against the tides.

The exertion was unbearable to take.

There was none to guide.

The living was only for sake.

It was difficult to ride.

Would the pressure turn out to be a break?

Would it work out to be a long abide?

Nothing seem to be  conducive in the track.

All looks incredibly black. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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