Dear My Enigma
Spin, Spin, Spin:
My mind is railing,
As you are constantly indecisive
Between
Right
Or
Left.
I attempt to untangle the enigma of your mind,
The constant labyrinth where I'm trapped in the corner.
Spiders and monsters and all things icky begin to transpire,
In just my attempt to undersand you,
And your existance.
Yet, as I flick my finger counterclockwise,
You, my dear fidget spinner, will
Continue to
Spin, Spin, Spin.
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