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I no longer draw circles the way i used to do,
I simply mark the centre and close my eyes instead.
My soul finds comfort this way,
As five and twelve are brought together
And eternity provided.
My hands are imperfect
And cannot possibly match the works of giotto,
But even a circle such as his loses its power
If the centre is misplaced, thus soulless.
