Head-
In such a spin.
Could compete with a whirlwind, said;
Like a thousand twirls has participated in.
Such a numb feeling,
Causing sickness and
Cramp. As though the ceiling
Has crumbled before me. The stand
Is raised,
But cannot opt for this conclusion.
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Hours upon hours of lost sleep, grazed
Every expectation,
That the dizziness would stop.
But as it is fired from the gun,
A bullet will hit and pierce all emotion. Will
Mop up any innocence. Gee how fun!