And rubbed his hands.
'See them smile,
As the glass trickles its sands.'
Colours move - mesmerise - entrance.
Win gold!
In thrilling games of chance.
Taste the sweet - the savoury - the feast.
Take a ride!
Upon 'Devouring Beast'.
Clock the ticking
Of the track up the spire.
Feel alive!
As the roller coasts higher.
A moment's clarity
At the apex of the climb.
Before insight,
The Fall.
Killing Time.
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