like flowers in a meadow of zinc
spreading unreal joy...
merry go around in multiple colors
spinning like dead-end lives
in a whirlwind of ashes...
ice cream and popcorn,
smelling like someone who does not smell,
unreachable tents
a roller coaster
rolling like lives in earnest
closed circuit overlooking Hades...
Fairs that do not belong to me
without control over the course of life
burning precious time that does not return...
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