Yet we fall again
To the lowest low
Centrifugal
We go back up
Yet we fall again
Fed up
But doomed to swing back and forth
On this same trail
As if handcuffed
Again and again
No way out
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Yet we fall again
To the lowest low
Centrifugal
We go back up
Yet we fall again
Fed up
But doomed to swing back and forth
On this same trail
As if handcuffed
Again and again
No way out
Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
A amazing Poem. Please read and enjoy.
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beautiful
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Thank you 🙂
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