Not Titled Yet Poem by Chanyn Fuller

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I glance over every swaying body
Music sinks into hearts
They collide in the waves of dizziness
People stare then stop, then continue
Movements with rhythm, worlds halt
And curl, spin. These sights nauseate
Causing me to leave this place of
Drunken worship

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