Ugh. Horrid computer day. It just was on the fritz. I FINALLY got it working. So... In my defense, this poem was written according to the rules, just not posted due to technical difficulties.
Pressure
It built until it threatened
To break us apart. It tore
At our weakest seams
And forced our life-force
From our mean vessels.
It came to us where we lived,
Where we laughed, where
We spent our days loving...
And it turned us around.
—C.R.E.
I guess I shall forgive you for posting late ;)
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