| Circles Tumbling, falling through these dreams spiraling, calling live in silent screams in the deep of darkness I hear a lark It calls up starkness reality in my waking hour again we give heart now watch life devour a circle I quietly pray will one day go away never knowing whom to show, what will stay, what will go I bleed black and blue pen to paper I bleed finger to key piles of files circles inside of circles and like madness I am but the perfect square I dont fit in I shall begin again circles brushing edges of my square circles in circles, slipping by never will I comply |
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