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Rated: E · Poetry · Contest Entry · #2197948
A destructive relationship at its end.

Around

Around,

and around,

and around,

and around,

if I keep constantly spinning,

I'll soon hit the ground,

and these walls, once secure,

that hold up this house,

are destined to crumble,

come tumbling down,

if these walls had faces,

they scream, cry, and shout,

from all the past lovers,

the bastards, the clowns,

around,

and around,

and around,

and around,

and around,

and those walls once secure,

may come tumbling down,

somehow, I believe you,

I do not know how,

your dominant actions,

I can see them all now,

these walls once secure,

were never that sound,

will crumble,

tumble,

down to the ground.

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