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Downward press -

Downward press -

It's not the weight,
but the downward press.
Not so heavy,
just feels like it.
Not the calm, or before the storm.
Not a pinch, just touch reformed.
Pain so close, you can feel it's teeth.
Run in circles, do it on those knees.
Not the end or its
be-gin-ing.
It's what lies thats in between.

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The fish of the sea

Love this, sometimes I feel like simple clever writes such as this never get enough appreciation. So kudos to you, fantastic poet. Kind regards. TFOTS

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Neil Anthony

Thank you. Your time used to read these words are very appreciated. Love the...'fish of the sea'...being that I'm a Pisces from Florida.

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The fish of the sea

Aww its fine Neil! Haven`t had much time to comment recently... thanks why I have to pick my poems well XD... Thanks for the compliment! Refers to the collective fish of the sea, like a mind or something like that...Best wishes to you! TFOTS

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Pure405Evil

I have to say, this is a brilliant write. Very well worded and stated, GREAT JOB

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Neil Anthony

Thank you for taking your time to read my words, I truly appreciate it! I love your handle, fish of the sea, being that I'm a Pisces from Florida.

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