Missing Manic Kind of Day

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Missing Manic

Swings devour you, so must I.

Delightful destruction, all riddles and lies.

Ride the coaster, fury fit.

Vanilla scented bull-shit.

Wrecking ball admiration,

Trapped by a heavy sensation.

Craving energy draws me near.

Evolve in contrast, feeling unclear.

Pin-prick bleeding sweet seduction,

Inflated ego, burned to reduction.

Swinging on this perfect high,

Do I dare feel so alive?

Moving fast, she spirals round.

Cruel enthusiasm meets cold ground.


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