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I run in circles,
Circles are running around
Around I look for my spirit
Spirit is scattered not bound.
I run in circles
Circles are rippling in sound
Sound of my voice from the sky
Sky on my face aground.
I'm running in circles
Circles are making me loud
Loud breathing
Breathing of hound.
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Author Notes
Silly poem with lots of rippling effects. Thank you for reading and reviewing. The picture is from here The Rippling Effect
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