poem

Sep 18, 2004 22:25



Dizziness

Were all inside this spinning machine
Rotating endlessly on a long lost point
Turning unstoppably making dizzy dreams
Distorting thoughts, memories and hopes
Creative visions slurred on the rotating base
Vomiting out ideas not meant for today.

tell me whatcha think;)

Xdes.da.monaX
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