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My mind is a ferries wheel, It goes around & around, Can you hear the creaking. The carriages so many Pretty colours, scratched Thoughts. Broken carriages, each one that stops, damaged Contemplation of a mind torn. My mind is a Ferris wheel It has broken parts, it creaks With every thought. Its a Crumbling, dilapidated ride. Which one will be the last Carriage that carries my broken thought, before it Ceases. And this broken Ride no longer dreams.
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Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 6:29 PM UTC
Broken carriages
My mind is a ferries wheel, It goes around & around, Can you hear the creaking. The carriages so many Pretty colours, scratched Thoughts. Broken carriages, each one that stops, damaged Contemplation of a mind torn. My mind is a Ferris wheel It has broken parts, it creaks With every thought. Its a Crumbling, dilapidated ride. Which one will be the last Carriage that carries my broken thought, before it Ceases. And this broken Ride no longer dreams.
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Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 6:29 PM UTC
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