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Spin Cycle

I give hate,

I get hate,

Then I give it again.


Then I give hate,

Then I get hate,

Then I post up with my friends.


I'm not saying I want to,

There's revenge in my soul.

Just a little break,

Then back to my role.


Bombs don't bring silence,

But they do make the loud seem quite.


Until one's dropped on my head,

Maybe that'll end the riot.


With my work living past me,

The cycle continues.


Nothing is left unfinished;

Now there's nothing left.




 
 
 

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Michelle Rooks
Michelle Rooks
Feb 13, 2024

My meditation for the day:

Bombs don't bring silence,

But they do make the loud seem quiet.


Until one's dropped on my head,

Maybe that'll end the riot.


Hmmmm…the louder it gets, the less we hear? You have me thinking … as always, love your thought.

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cuppingears
Feb 13, 2024
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