Every part of your heart bleeds the same color of blood.
Every vein I touch carries the same depth of bitter pain.
Every drop spills the same curse.
You go 365. I go 360.
And it's still the same.
Same story. Different version.
Same pain. Different scar.
Circle upon cycles,
it's the same,
always the same.
But tell me, how does a Circle go through a full moon of pain and retain its perfect circumference?
I need to know.
-- Ọba
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