Crop circles in the carpet, sinking, feeling.
Spin me round again and rub my eyes.
This can't be happening.
would stop to hold their heads heavy.
Hide and seek.
Trains and sewing machines.
All those years they were here first.
Where pleasure moments hung before.
still life.
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