Spinning - Poem by Jessy Liz
Blinking in and fading out,
Consciousness is high in doubt.
Swimming in a sea of fog,
Sight gives out but not for long.
Waking in a drug-like daze
Darkness captured in your gaze.
Room is spinning, round and round-
Limp, white body hits the ground.
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