Round and round the spinning curl,
Round is the clock and round is the world.
Rotten is the apple, forgotten is the tale,
Behold the dream, it’s a fading trail.
How long until the sun break!
How long will the heart ache!
Come rain, come shine...
I have secrets that are just mine.
Woven are my tales, Hurtful are my falls,
Memories of the suede give me the call.
I know its oscillating, to and fro…
I am searching corners across my brow.
It’s a doorway, it’s a flight…
Around the city such is the plight.
The queen is gone and stolen are the hopes…
I traded my soul for this scope!
V NICE! LOVED IT!
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