Standing outside,
entering one quarter of a whole,
her revolving reality
Clutching brass
Looking backward
Pushing forward
One by one they step out,
she remains, spinning alone
for her own sheer enjoyment.
Revolving Door
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Standing outside,
entering one quarter of a whole,
her revolving reality
Clutching brass
Looking backward
Pushing forward
One by one they step out,
she remains, spinning alone
for her own sheer enjoyment.
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