The circle has a lump in it
Can you see it?
Naked and sharp, standing alone
Fallen outside the V
Like a straggling duck
Another cycle of the moon
Nobody smoothed the poor blemish
It shivers in the dark, out of breath
No blood to revive it,
The flaw cannot be allowed to be
The circumference closes
To make the circle whole again
So much more easy, nay, pure
To scab over than to expand
Creating a beautiful new shape
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