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Tic-Tac_Foe

A circle awaits me
 hand and foot
   rusted and closed.        I hate circles.
                           For everything's a cycle
                           I love them,
                                        for i can always
                                         go back to where
                                            I started.
Life is a roulette and
I'm a woman of many lines.
For this I know that to live and not knowing what to live
for is the sickest way to pursue excellence.
  You might as well hold your breath to the sun.
In my mind, I'm in a pasture just thinking about it
Goatskin is  a wild comfort
Horned, ruminant, and  
                        deadly.

Amen to the end, but
hey tommorrow, i'm welcomed by your smiles of spheres
                                        erase my fears
                                                followed by
                                         ambition

Ambition is the first line of gold
I've come this far though
to adore such a villian makes it so
The last "x" awaits me,  that clever devil, he's morning

The final tic-tac-foe.
Written by clio13
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