SPINNING TOP

microwave.
in fifteen seconds i can wash away
the truth comes through blinds half open
that i fear what i want.

amygdala.
there's no such thing as leaving
without leaving behind.
don't try to buy me dinner.
don't take my empty tea cup.

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