Cuffed
Down a dark wormhole,
cut short by nothing;
We fly fast and fierce,
simply free falling
inside the abyss;
Mandalas form
tumbling circles
celestial spins
no gravity;
Spiraling
particles
imprison,
my mind
my heart
cuffed.
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