Pressure cooker whistles its readiness.
My heartbeat rises from this headiness.
I feel stuffy in my ears and my head.
I fight back with force without hate or dread.
Kind forces have been pushing this person.
Their constant connections are to worsen.
Both light side and dark side try to persuade.
Their urgent requests are now being weighed.
I have to bear this pressure to the end.
I am only allowed by this one friend.
Revised on 07-08-2006 11:03PM…
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