life is not a carousel.
although it feels it at times.
riding the fake
pretty horse
with a stiff mane. a glimmer
of false joy
in her eye.
but it's not real.
the whisper of song.
the kiss of spring,
the sweetness of summer wine.
it's a dizzying time
and the sooner you hop off
and leave that carnival world
behind,
the sooner your life
will find peace.
real love.
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