High time, Low time, Good times, Bad
Up, down, all around
Spinning helplessly!
Until you fall [the betrayal]!
And then you find a book
in which you place all your trust
a journal of sorts.
It claims everything about you,
until the Fire!
[betrayal]
Trustworthiness is fragile.
More-so than a crystal glass
of red wine,
held by skinny fingers,
in an overcrowded room,
in the Summer.
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