when all the things that went around come around

and one person who loves you most is midway between death and a dream; a half-deep sleep as she lay in her body on a pastel bed, in a pastel room, that beeps, beeps, beeps. and it was all very strange, and all very not real. and many things that went around are coming back around. 

 

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