Poetry

Turning and Churning

Molding and melting,

folding and pelting,

greasing and gassing,

holding and passing.

Letting up a tad to see it spin out,

grabbing on tight and trying not to shout.

Bingeing on the hard stuff,

dying just to last,

crying with your hands cuffed,

hell has come and passed.

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