A circle where no one runs,
They stay and sing their hums,
Keep telling people they're blissful,
Eyes speaking fornlorn-ful.
Fuck the desire,
Of everyone's mind,
Some shouts cry,
In bee's hived.
A singularity comes to an end,
Damage the continuous cycle,
Jump to his conclusion that mend,
"I'm done" he says in aisle.
Yet,
He knows those words,
Are,
Meant to say "I belong to you"
©spring.aut
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