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Mar 2015
Time ticks on and I'm standing still.

Motions of normality circle around
And I'm standing still.
There's a set of stairs right here.
An elevator.
An escalator.

There's a hole right behind me.
There's a rickety slide and a ladder climbing down.

And all the while everything circles
Round.
Round and round and round and round.

But I'm only standing still.
Aniseed
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Aniseed  122/Mars
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   Arlo Disarray
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