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Merry-go-roumd[poem](draft 2.0)
Category: Writing and Poetry
I step onto the wildest grounds, i seek i flee, i come about and apart the deepest dark there stands a single pair of those grand old things. A pair of jolly Merry-go-rounds i walk about their ballroom spiral the faces of the people, familiar yet cold My hands distort, the song grows loud. Oh why is it so wrong on the Merry-go-round? Now i know my day is final. I dare not anymore grow bold. » Continue Reading