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My respite, is clearly laden with strife. Yet, You strive, to give me, constant grief. It’s my belief, that i, will still rise to the skies, in spite of all your reproof. i am bulletproof now. I left my stress on bed rest. Amidst the unrest, under duress, watch me chill, in repose. I won’t even oppose your outpour of nasty-nice chatter. I’ll bolt tight, my shutter, before i drift away in my little bubble my only hustle will be staying afloat

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Date: 11/19/2020 2:40:00 AM
Your poem is how one can be made to feel when feeling down and only rest and peace will do at that time - Good write easy to read - Good Luck with all your Poetry!
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Date: 11/21/2020 9:06:00 AM
Thanks for your kind words Perry. Best wishes to you too mate :)