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May 2017
We were waves
traveling in a rope
tied so tightly,
so tense

Our centrifugal force
was imaginary
it only existed
when we were
in the same focal point

When our world
began spinning
we tried holding on
there was nothing

We had
a moment
and then it was gone
like waves
on a tightly tied
rope.
Monsieur Sleep
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Monsieur Sleep
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