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Here, the Upper Limit

Dopamine races to the bpm,

The rollercoaster screams out hoarsely and

my track in the chatter is already lost.

Limbs soar upwards in a turbulent rally,

Did we start with that many?


The sky beyond is fractured;

A cloud-like afterparty entraps the sould,

The sun dissolves into a saintly void,

Drowning in the EDM beneath the clear water,

As our glowsticks melt away.


Shattered, the reversion

The merry-go-round is en route to all we ever wanted,

Connect beneath the galaxy,

Well I'm stuck far down on the ground.

The universe binds us together,

It seems to sing out sympathy,

And my voice is sore,

And I refuse to sing back.


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