spinningsA Poem by anais.vionetoh, sure, like science can explain EVERYTHING
The earth is twirling,
oh, God, make it stop. If it keeps on spinning, I think I’ll throw up. The way Earth orbits the sun, it's dangerous and thoughtless. can we just knock it off? It's making me nauseous. © 2020 anais.vionetAuthor's Note
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