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Laundry

A drizzle, then a downpour


The world begins to spin
Slowly turning
Then faster
Over and under, soon
There is no up, down
Only circles
Bodies press down
On another, suffocating
Colors run
Slipping through cracks
They mix
Creating anew
Then, a tornado
Nothing still
Dancing in vicious circles
Thunder, deafening
The only sound
The world is agony, torture
Then
Silence
All is still
It is over

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