Fugue
My fears chase me in circles,
My life takes me for a spin;
My world turns upside down,
And before my eyes, his grin.
He laughs at my pain, he cries for my joy;
He squeezes my heart like it’s a toy;
So I weep and forgive and watch the cycles pass,
Till one day, I turn the hourglass.
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