Ever circling
Fears of imperfection
Looming, growing,
Starving the sun
Always chasing
Shades of pink perfection
Panting, cramping,
Loathing the run
Today falling
Losing all protection
Breaking, scraping
Sinking to none
Moment pausing
Soaking up perception
Stilling, soothing
Now that I'm done
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