A new circle

Circles that spin and contort in my mind
New ones given to conform with the rhyme

Bird I imagine given me song
I forget sometimes we don’t like to be wrong

Grass and square cut into thee
Innocent, innocence that’s our plea

Dots and spots forever to get
Live as we must instance to met

I’m not so sure we are as a consequence
Radial markers former spirit moral tense

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