Jun 2014
As the room sits still,
It starts to move,
Spinning faster and faster.
As it starts to tilt,
From side to side,
And morph,
From one room into another.
'Til it stops,
And your staring at the ceiling,
Wondering why,
You died the night you felt alive.
It starts to move,
Spinning faster and faster.
As it starts to tilt,
From side to side,
And morph,
From one room into another.
'Til it stops,
And your staring at the ceiling,
Wondering why,
You died the night you felt alive.
(CIncinnati, Ohio)
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