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Spinning

When does it stop?

By Yesenia AriasPublished 7 years ago 1 min read
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Susan Sermoneta via Flickr

Spinning.

People come in, look around.

Stay a while, bring a friend.

The more the merrier.

Spinning.

Everything here sparks a fire in your soul.

Anything you've been looking for is right here.

Right in front of you... spinning.

Breathtaking moments.

Experiencing it together, remember it separately.

Shhhhh don't tell anyone you came in, don't tell them you loved it.

There's far too many other doors to walk through.

Spinning.

And when night falls, the lights turn off, the people go back home,

you are more transparent than ever.

Everyone can see what you have become.

Not a woman with a heart.

A revolving door, spinning.

sad poetry
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