Another strange little piece of writing.
The world spins while we dance. It's a sidestep romance where reality is elusive and the dreamers lose themselves in time. The stars map our nightmares; connect the dots to paint a bigger picture. And with the pitter-patter of little feet in our heads, we ring-around-the-rosie then we all fall down. Now gravity's playing tricks and up is sideways,
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