They push, they pull

They make you roll

Down the cliff of pain.

Your heart is stained

By sticks and stones.

All they hear is moans

As you try to shake away

Hands grasping your dismay;

They keep you together now

But they'll soon allow

You to completely fall apart.

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• Date written: June 15, 2016 • Word Count: 50 • Line Count: 11 • Stanza Count: 1 •