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[euphorae]

I count the minutes cowardly
I find no excitement on this horizon of mine.
I know with some beezlebub
I'd be back on my feet again
but only to fall back into that dreary hole of oblivion
The room was spinning me round
and up and down
and when i shut my eyes
it would stop
and shake me
stop far too suddenly-
to fake me.
I know the merry-go-round was still going.