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Poetry as History. History as Catharsis. Catharsis as Poetry.

YDP02: Axis of evoL

There's a hole in my heart where the spindle went through
Now I've run off the rails
My gyroscope fails

'cause you were my axis of love
yes, you were my axis of love

You kept me spinning like a top
I hoped, I wished, I dreamed it would never stop

There's a hole in my heart where the spindle went through
The hand on the bowstring reminds me of you