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Oct 2014
falling in love with you was like a rollercoaster park
not the clichΓ© of ups and downs but looking out to see
a complex weave of coloured tracks that weave in and out
like a knotted necklace
a bowl of spaghetti
am i in the queue for an old wooden ride
or the two-hundred foot high twister?
Written by
sarah  19/united kingdom
(19/united kingdom)   
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