Spinning. Spin faster. I'm not out of control. Everything else is. And I spin faster. The trees, the sky, the park. It all blurs. Nothing is still. Everything is spinning. I have control. I'm not out of control. I have the power to stop the spinning. Faster. Now stop.
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A Few Failed Feelings
PoesíaJust a bunch of random poems that I sometimes think up. No regular updates. If I think of something that sounds somewhat poetic I'll add to it I guess, but I most likely will not be adding to it weekly and possibly not even monthly. (Slight trigger...
