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I am the circumference and I am the center.

Like a virgin birth, a poem floats

Why did you offer your eyes, to a non-victim―

The witch-hunt starts for an unexploded bomb.

This is what I wanted from you.

Smearing an uncut― and whole moon on the forehead

Making them dead― in a regal way,

My killing instincts were intact.

You were at it again. Ignoring the truth

The pain physical. I carve it in my mind, to