I possess my trigger
I trigger trigonometry
I trigger the bull's eye
while it spies on me
the eyebrows shadowy
and nerves tend to be tens
immense they seem really
to explode a pre moment supreme
a living circle drawn close
a view just for a moment‘s pose
just froze..becomes eternity;
I possess my trigger
I trigger trigonometry
I trigger the bull's eye
while it spies on me. M
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