Swinging Doors

Everything just goes round and round in circular motion.

There is no definite point for the beginning nor the end.

You come in and out without even bothering to stay for a while and discover what’s the notion.

Time and spaces, empty places, all vague of contingencies.. standing ’round the bend.

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