My mind turns like the earth does
Like a well-tuned clock does
Like a record on repeat does
I stare at blank walls
In a dark room
Nowhere
Wondering exactly how to stop feeling
All the things that I don't want
To stop
Feeling
Anymore
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Dawn to Dusk
PoetryMy poem-journal-ramblings. Welcome to my head, mood subject to change.
