The world, it spins on pins
that prick at my nauseousness,
and I’ve wandered
(or maybe wondered)
for far too long.
I stagger at the sight
of fingerprints left behind
in dust and must,
but I never even saw you there.
So here it goes again,
the twirls and whirls
of walking through the corridor…
It’s so hard to feel you
when my head’s spinning like this.
Author notes
... It feels unfinished... I'm fond of this though, seemed to capture what I was feeling quite well, even if it doesn't make full sense I suppose 
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The sense of life, and love moving on, and in circles, leaving imprints.."so here it goes again,the twirls and whirls of walking through the corridor"...Keep penning...you have talent!
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Thank you very much
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Wonderful
This is very well done. A good use of images and feelings. Thank you for sharing.
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Thank you ^_^
I'm very happy you enjoyed it.
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I read the first stanza on your front page and gaped a bit. It's really lovely. I like it at this length (but I'm biased toward shorter poetry) because it's just enough building up toward the last line and not so much as the reader forgets the beginning.
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I get what ya mean. Very pleased that you gaped at that bit, it's always nice to know someone has enjoyed my words (especially sense they're usually random thoughts and nonsensical things... to the naked eye anyway.) haha, oh bother, here I go not making sense again
Anyway, thank you for your kind words and the applause ^_^
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I love the compatibility of your words, you make it so unique and so sublime it peaks my jeaousy...
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Wooow, you just made my day haha
Thank you!
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Very different from your usual,
I like it it.
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Glad to hear
Thanks again for the applause and kind words
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