Alas, I evolved and wondered
How the universe works.
How time works.
You spun me counterclockwise,
I've spun my way back.
Yet your the one who is left with a bouquet.
Not only do I wonder about that,
But where I am.
My fingers shake as I rest,
And I don't feel anything
But the quiet.
Peace. Inside.
I've arrived.
And I don't plan on countering back.
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