Pendulum by Anonymous

My mind does a hundred somersaults
Fine thoughts

then I crumble from a hundred summer faults
Berate myself with dumb assaults
Brought back to fears that come from vaults
Submerge my head in memory ignore the stings of wounds it salts
Return to elation feels more than just vacation
until I hear the wrong song on a radio station
Healed abrasions



and suddenly the colors gray

becomes a simulation

and I’m filled again with

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