circles, spheres, and all things perfect.

I wanted
wrapped up in flaws.

I received
flawed beauty
reflected from without.

The hardest
thing I have never done
is to forget that I am not.

I give
I can’t,
then I roar
with the fierceness
of a potato.

When’s it all

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