You know what I want to say,

And I know the words will escape me.

You know the circle this time

Is far too round than to allow for an entry,

For the recreation of symmetry.

And you know

No one can write a sequel to this memory,

No one can change the framework of this mystery.

And you know

Once it slips beneath the heart

It is more dangerous than a conspiracy,

As fragile as virginity,

As endless as eternity.

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