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Loop.

No drastic changes.
No shifting whatsoever.

Losing track of this cause.
Losing to the inner turmoil.

There could still be hope.
There isn't any hope.

Loop.

Thrown through the spin cycle.
Thrown out to dry and fend.

Gather self enough to fake it.
Gather thoughts that fester.

Options lag miles behind.
Options remain exhausted.

Loop.
Posted: 2013-05-18 06:07:44 UTC

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