The CircleA Poem by ChaseSnap! Pop! Breaking bones, with hide torn up and moose knuckle toes. The blood is art and flesh is life; with teeth that flash sharp as a knife. It has not died in vain. No. The pain was not for nix; for with this flesh shall be fed many. From it… There will be life.
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