Circles

Circles and

charms.

The race is on.

When will you

falter?

Perhaps when I

am gone.

Circles and

stars.

The weave is started.

When will you

see the pattern?

Perhaps when you

are done.

Circles and

darts.

The game is begun.

When will you

grasp the dangers?

Perhaps when all

is lost.

Circles and

hearts.

The tale has unfolded.

When did you

leave our story?

Perhaps when I

was gone.

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