The merry-go-round spins, and I
can never choose which to ride–
the purple unicorn was a metaphor
that I keep trying to understand,
my personification of the geese
was a distraction
from feeling too much that night.
By the bridge, I swore
to never imagine myself falling,
but like centripetal force keeps the merry-go-round
gravity was an inevitable part of
You did not know which side to add me,
must have solved for x wrong.
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