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Stuck to the ground
In a room of spinning mirrors
My head is turned around
Tilted on a swivel
I can't tell up from down
On the edge of my seat
I see the world from the ground

Up in the sky
The clouds comfort my body
I float towards immortality
Slit my throat
I come back to life
Rip my heart out
My blood still pumps
Give me a reason
I'll tear your throat out

Try me


Please
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DONE
Date: Sunday, 6th July 2014 @ 07:46:39 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: Jyssvw
Concrete shoes
Stuck to the ground
In a room of spinning mirrors
My head is turned around
Tilted on a swivel
I can't tell up from down
On the edge of my seat
I see the world from the ground

Up in the sky
The clouds comfort my body
I float towards immortality
Slit my throat
I come back to life
Rip my heart out
My blood still pumps
Give me a reason
I'll tear your throat out

Try me


Please
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