Full Circle - poem 1 (Full circle)
By london_calling79
Fri, 25 Nov 2011
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Full Circle
Come.
Full circle.
A child's balloon
burst.
A lung collapsed.
You spill again.
Stain.
As I do paper
You black birds,
Nestling on my branches
Won't escape.
To roll away the stone.
Shackle the morning beauty.
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