What I Recall of Madness
What I Recall of Madness
there were wheels, and they spun with a roar
there were sparse, but crucial moments of masochism
those made me want to end the journey with a surprise
there were blue skies, and lapses of memory
those felt like trickles of light disappearing
there were substitutes for affection
but they made me round and ordinary
there was medication,
but it never seemed
to be enough
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