My thoughts are on a merry go round,
churning my mind in perpetual cycles
till it has been named chaos.
A certain memory rings in my ear,
deafening out the world;
as it climbs and slithers down my spine
echoing through the hollow shell I've become.
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 6:58 PM UTC
My thoughts are on a merry go round,
churning my mind in perpetual cycles
till it has been named chaos.
A certain memory rings in my ear,
deafening out the world;
as it climbs and slithers down my spine
echoing through the hollow shell I've become.
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