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'round she goes like a carousel/

she was nothing

(and nothing was her)

 

she was engulfed

(in an iron grip)

monday to sunday

twitching and waiting

(for something to snap)

 

winter to autumn,

dusk to dawn,

she was nothing

(and nothing was her)

 

 

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