Serial Spinning Point my toes, forget all my woes. The world is a disappearing blur As I pirouette around, Unaware of the heartbreak I will incur Late at night As I feel devoid of light And even imagining becomes a fight Because it felt so right. Throw my body back in the air, eyes on the ceiling, the world still pinwheeling. Throw my body back into the pillows, eyes on the ceiling thinking about feeling the air and how it's not fair.
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