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Gyre


A gyral of emotions
And I just cant hold them
They slip through my fingers
And anger labels itself
Judged, betrayed
I grow distant
Emotions
Fade-in , fade out
I hear you call it quits
I hear myself say
Let it End
An endless gyre
Turning twin poles of trust, distrust.


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