your love is a carnival I got sick at

your gaze shot my guts  
into outerspace but I came  
prepared with (less drowsy)  
dramamine, which did nothing  
to stop the spinning. as if  
hitting the ground without a  
parachute is any different than  
saying I love you.  

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