smell of fresh varnish
drying and caking
sitting in the light
waiting its turn
for curing and polishing
no small care for oggling
smuggling some sort
of defined support
cracked and creaking
underneath the feet of burden
stressed and strained
compression and tension
weak on the planks of health
strong on the reliance of others
detriment and argument
leads
to
collapse
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I'll Be Fine (pt. 1 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife apparently wattpad limits the number of parts you can have, so I'm s...
