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I stand here spinning on my thoughts spinning. The washer's spinning, the fan spinning, wind spinning, Water drains out spinning, into the earth seeping, in the soil, hydrating; as the planets spinning, on their axes spinning, for it is their eternal spinning.
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May 19, 2020
May 19, 2020 at 3:09 PM UTC
SPINNING
I stand here spinning on my thoughts spinning. The washer's spinning, the fan spinning, wind spinning, Water drains out spinning, into the earth seeping, in the soil, hydrating; as the planets spinning, on their axes spinning, for it is their eternal spinning.
sometimes trails of thoughts can tell stuff which might or might not make sense.
mystique_elixir
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May 19, 2020
May 19, 2020 at 3:09 PM UTC
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