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Dollars make the world spin roundThe cities spinning with tops until they soon fall downTopsy turvy We've peaked too earlyThe spider isn't movingFlick of the web Still not movingThe sunrise is soonThese eyes are out of controlSpinning and closingOpening and movingMarching bands play in the distanceOut of tuneOut of syncThe skies have turned pinkThe purple clouds begin to dance in the blue light This ghost town where the animals don't come aroundVoices far aheadNo one alive to hears what they saidThis anxiety hits againSomeone's watching you close byAbove your head they hoverBehind the pages they sitSmilingGrinningBloodstained teeth greet the darkThe sunrise beginsThe smiles disappearIn the space of these white wallsLeave a lane for disabled fear
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This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.
Dreams, desires, id and ego.
This poem is about our failure to feel fulfilled by our constant consumption of life.
Read it and find out.