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Jun 2014
The room just started to spin
I wasn’t even ready for begin
It felt like I was in a tomb
Perhaps even my doom
The more the spinning room did
My bets were living in bid
The room seemed to go faster
It was a moment that seemed arrived
I don’t know, but I managed to survive
However when I least expected
My mind formulating on regret
A spinning room that I will forget
Suddenly the spinning rook slowed down
My eyes attempted to look around
My fortress became my destined bound
But my words, I couldn’t utter a sound.
preservationman
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preservationman  New York City
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