Summersets of a Whale’s Tale

It’s like the world is crawling inside of me,

My head is the earth,

And it’s spinning.

 

The world’s wind moved through my veins,

My blistered, splintered veins,

And they’re stinging.

 

And all the while my friends tell me to keep my head up high,

But they have no idea how much  that makes me cry.

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