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Peer pressure (?)

I hear the wind call through the cracks and the chinks it knows so well.
Feel the tear as it lunges and pulls,
Tugging on the shelter of this motionless dwelling.
Yelling and banging and stirring,
Disturbing my resistance of weariness and resting.
The wind's call is rebelling
And it's pressure,
(Could it really be perceived as a peer?)
With or without me it's there,
And I am hear, hearing,
Its incessant geer.
And the worst I can give,
Falls on deaf ears.
If I weren't,
If I wasn't,
If,
Is the only excuse I can muster.
All be it a fained and feint,
A barely tarnished lackluster'd,
If…
I know…
As the self talk joins with the winds cheer,
If you do,
If you did.
You know there's more peace out there,
Than you'll find in here.
Written by Fiftysevenhours
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Author's Note
A little bit of silliness that I wouldn't normally share.. hence the theme.
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