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Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Worry flurry


The pressure of life,
The stressful rat race,
No respite from these,
No chance of a volte-face.

Bodies are abused
With relaxation a taboo,
No breaks to catch a breath,
As anxiety we spew.

Who cares about the roses,
No chance to smell them,
A mad dash to nowhere,
Of the bleeding, no way to stem.

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