Spinning around on a carousel sickeningly sweet music drifting through hazy dreams of childhood lurching, gasping we fall to as if drawn to it. Poisoned, entranced, we ride again and again up and dow

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Spinning around on a 

carousel

sickeningly sweet music

drifting through hazy dreams of childhood

lurching, gasping

we fall to

as if drawn to it.

Poisoned, entranced, we ride

again and again

up and down until

it stops

and we are shaken 

from our reverie

on a carousel.