Carnival remains scattered across the grass
trampled by a thousand running feet
pulled by the flashing lights of the carousel
and the ferris wheel
and the look on your face
before you turned away
shut everything down
and left me with only
the torn stub from our trip
through the House of Mirrors.
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wow...this left me a very big sense of desolation. but its great.
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