back to earth.
Voices are heard beneath the whirring of an invisible engine.
The winter carnival is over. The Ferris wheel is shut down.
The lights are out. Our eyes adjust to the darkness.
Nothing moves,
no one wakes, everyone sleeps.
The snowdrifts are deep at night.
Arguments are made.
Like a lost truth, or a dismissed dream, words are forgotten.
Like a lost truth, or a dismissed dream, words are forgotten.
The winter carnival is over. The Ferris wheel is shut down.
The lights are out. Our eyes adjust to the darkness.
Nothing moves,
no one wakes, everyone sleeps.
The snowdrifts are deep at night.
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