the fair

The ravishingly sweet scent of dough being mixed.

The gush of the wind against my skin.

The shining bright lights of the Ferris wheel.

The lovely taste of the churros.

Oh this is a place I love to go!

Take me anywhere i will say no.

The biggest ride calls my name.

I follow the voices of the screams.

i arrive at my destination.

This is where i need to be.

This is my peace.

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