Counterclockwise spin

Despair grips, hope spilling away
A bauble picked up then discarded
Shattered, leaking hearts blood into the sand
Draining away until all proof of its existence fades

Singular in choice and foolish
Much as the pain etches acid trails
Try again, until oblivion claims me.

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