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Oct 2013
I watch those bubbles go
They're spinning and spinning
Out of control
I reach to stop them
Capture their insanity
But each bubble
Disappears quickly
I cannot say it
I am not allowed
These bubbles aren't their own
They've simply gone mad
I have stopped reaching
Oh, but I haven't stopped thinking
What if these bubbles could float on forever?
Who would let them do such a thing?
Written by
Alicia
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