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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.
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.
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