We go-
Spinning out of control,
As the conductor of rides, at this carnival
Laughs with pride.
Making us dizzy,
Vision is blurry.
Trying to focus on each other's gaze.
We spin, and twirl, and lights drift by.
Up and down on these horses,
They seem to be perfectly carved,
But they also seem centuries flawed.
The music gets loud,
The breeze throws us off balance,
The creepiest carnival,
And we are forever trapped.
Eerie and spun.
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