A Theft Called Circle
Singularity
Epitome of clarity
Pitter patter rarely
Potter’s dreams can’t scare me
Still frame
New game
You and I are not the same
I ebb omen and I flow Roman
Never stopped, steamrollin’
The chosen showman
Man of the show
Light up like somethin you know
Attention with proper intention
Then disappear with your patterns
Trips around Saturn
One left and then one right turn
But never two lefts
Because two lefts makes a theft
A theft called circle
Conniving like Steve Urkel
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