iTWiTiS, playing wit wrds?

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circle round. round the round. the turning sound. surround. and back again. hand in hand on the edge of the sand. we danced. by the light of the moon. circle round.

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the heady ache

The heady decent, the hurt. The weighing of my chest, and the searching for learch. My heart is once more in a leaden state.

i wander these words and wonder the lust of being read. Oh, woe is the me. If my tears would only reach the atmosphere;;; such rains would fall. A foot upon my chest, pressing there like a prison gaurd's boot. Sleepy. An appointment arriving in moments. Why can i not cry? Sleep. Savor. Surrender, sink deep. The gray of the skies is bright to my eyes. And such is the heady ache, so dull and gripping on my rounded top. Ah. hA. Under. Below. I sink into this faint morn.

∞ iTWiTiS = 下