Merry-go-round

My mind says one thing
My heart another
Surely one of them
Is capable
Of whipping this old dog
Damn these depths
These habits, these callings
To melancholy

Fuck off, I hate you,
No wait please stay
Scratchy old blanket, heavy
With the stink of screams
That shouldn’t be heard

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