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Jan 2011
We turn, we turn, we turn in

Circles as daylight fades dim.

Warm breath sticks to candle light

One last sigh before the fight.



ten paces then the failing rain.

twelve days till he suffers pain.

seven times the clock knocks,

one hour and she passes away.



Drops, soaked in alcohol

Serenading the night away

Reaching that point of no return,

One fragile heartbeat at a time.



and i continue to spin,

One circle at a time.

One **** circle at a time.
Written by
Dejan Dudich
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