Circles

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my mother likes to say that there's dancer in me
but, there's nothing in me
i exist out of the universe's indifference to my being
i may never die
simply for my danger's total disinterest
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the drive, the talent
(things i lack)
humility, support
(why i have jack)
rhyming is lame
eventually i will have some of the things that i lack
inevitably, a scar, a car, a certificate of death
invariably, options
ostensibly, irony
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take what you need
for i shan't use it where i'm going
just her
and a flower bed
the appeal of a flowered bed has passed
and i've come upon the horizon