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Circle

Words slur together
in language so confusing,
but maybe that's what you want.
All together it's a
phenomenon.
Body still and lost
to the clock,
yet why do you stare
at me so?

Perhaps I just do not
understand it all
just yet.
Intoxicated from the spinning
of this Earth
and lost in the Nitrogen.
Swallow the Oxygen
and use the Carbon to draw
a red circle,
then light it ablaze.

I think I may be in love,
even though I'm nothing new
to this world,
I think I may be in love.
Cold hands cannot comfort,
but warm eyes can possess
the feeling that
my heart does.
On the spinning world,
I am getting dizzy.
I think I may be in love,
though I'm rusted and broken
and falling apart from disrepair,
I think I may be in love.

I'll burn the Carbon
to make a circle
and paint it red
with the Oxygen,
only to find that
Nitrogen has warmed
and brought this heart
to life.