☆°▪︎ SURREALISTIC ▪︎°☆

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c

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never

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seem

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t

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control

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yearn,

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f

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whenever

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I

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even

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slightest

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urge . . .

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I

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scratch

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until

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burns . . .

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scratch

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until

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burns . . .

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I

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need . . .

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I

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need . . .

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enough

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t

o

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gain

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release . . .

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enough

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t

o

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bring

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m

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peace . . .

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enough

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t

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ease

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t

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yearnings

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t

h

a

t

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tease . . .

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t

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ease

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yearnings

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tease . . .

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later,

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I

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cannot

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f

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my

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place . . .

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later,

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I

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cannot

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place

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m

y

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shame . . .

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later . . .

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later . . .

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later . . .

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later . . .

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later . . .

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Can

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y

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please

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l

l

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me,

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w

h

a

t

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I’m

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supposed

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t

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believe . . .

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w

h

o

I’m

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supposed

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t

o

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be . . .

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a

n

d

how

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I’m

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supposed

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t

o

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feel . . .

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o

n

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a

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good

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day ?

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f

o

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it

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s

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m

s

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I

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haven’t

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h

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one

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i

n

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weeks . . .

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months . . .

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o

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even

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years . . .

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Have

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I

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become

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l

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s

t

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again,

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m

y

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wayward

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friend ?

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f

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it

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s

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m

s

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today

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could

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b

e

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the

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end . . .

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 ~ yes,

today

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could

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b

e

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the

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end . . .

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s

o

please

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s

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g

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another

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prayer

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f

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r

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me . . .

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f

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upon

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t

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appeasing

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ease

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o

f

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summer’s

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breeze,

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I

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c

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n

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hear

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emergency

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vehicles

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s-c-r-e-a-m . . .

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I

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c

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hear

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emergency

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vehicles

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s-c-r-e-a-m . . .

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I

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hear

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emergency

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vehicles

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I

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c

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hear

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emergency

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vehicles

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s-c-r-e-a-m . . .

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(for me)

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Spin

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’round . . .

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Spin

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m

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’round . . .

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Spin

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m

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’round . . .

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a

n

d

’round . . .

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a

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’round . . .

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a

n

d

’round . . .

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a

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’round . . .

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f

o

r

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I

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l

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v

e

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inside

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a

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carnival . . .

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a

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d

although

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I

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know

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m

y

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world

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w

i

l

l

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forever

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s

w

i

n

g

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from:

 low . . .to. . . high . . . to. . . low

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I

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can’t

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l

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t

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go . . .

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j

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s

t

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can’t

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l

e

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go . . .

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s

o

I

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o

n

l

y

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need . . .

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I

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o

n

l

y

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need . . .

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enough

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t

o

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gain

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release . . .

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enough

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t

o

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bring

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m

e

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peace . . .

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enough

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t

o

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ease

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t

h

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yearnings

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t

h

a

t

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tease . . .

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Spin

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m

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’round . . .

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Spin

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m

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’round . . .

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Spin

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’round . . .

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a

n

d

’round . . .

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a

n

d

’round . . .

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a

n

d

’round . . .

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a

n

d

’round . . .

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until

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t

h

e

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tornadoes

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begin

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t

o

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touch

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down . . .

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.

.

until

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everything

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splinters

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i

n

t

o

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the

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ground . . .

.

.

.

until

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memory

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becomes

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lost,

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a

n

d

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never

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found . . .

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spin

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m

e

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’round.

Reflection: This was a personal struggle-themed poem that I wrote back in August of 2001 where the affected party cannot resist or overcome the temptations, addictions, and compulsions that surround him or her – and ends up repeatedly waking up from his/her binges to chaos, darkness, confusion, and clutter. Good days happen at times but become increasingly rare – leading to additional binges in the attempt to temporarily escape the pain, chaos, and darkness. It becomes a lifelong, all-consuming struggle – and it seems the affected party will never be able to escape the forces of temptation, addiction, and compulsion. The struggle can represent any form of temptation, addiction, or compulsion: drugs, alcohol, sex, gambling, obsessions, etc.