Wobbling, shuddering, careening with doubt,
I sit huddled at one end, you perch tensely at the other,
We spin around, eyes sparring, held hostage and knowing no better,
Like shipwrecked smithereens sloppily washed to beach,
We wait endlessly, dangling hopelessly in this stalemate,
Creaking and groaning, the ride goes around,
Never shall we reach each other, till you, I and this ride run aground..
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