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death is a carousel spinning; like the uneasiness i feel as you calibrate a bracelet towards my narrow wrist with wooden horses as beads while our gentle hands hold like nylon it continues as the gears like the choices we make dance to the looped circus music the acid in our stomach react as we gallop through tragedy just then we realize if one of us steps down the ride would be fun no more but darling it is time   the coin has taken its toll.
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Apr 19, 2019
Apr 19, 2019 at 1:14 AM UTC
Amusement In Demise
death is a carousel spinning; like the uneasiness i feel as you calibrate a bracelet towards my narrow wrist with wooden horses as beads while our gentle hands hold like nylon it continues as the gears like the choices we make dance to the looped circus music the acid in our stomach react as we gallop through tragedy just then we realize if one of us steps down the ride would be fun no more but darling it is time   the coin has taken its toll.
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Apr 19, 2019
Apr 19, 2019 at 1:14 AM UTC
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