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Feb 2014
my head spins around
and around
in circles like the sun
and my brain twists
and turns
in its skull
like a sick child
on a spiral slide

the motion blur
of the whole world
stops
when I pin it down
with a pen
on paper
Keith May
Written by
Keith May  New York, NY
(New York, NY)   
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   Theia Gwen
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