My fiancee's ring,
the barrel of my gun,
the compass on the floor,
showing me the dome of my doom.

The circular crescent, 
shining above my head,
showing me the perfect
hole I created.

The increasing diameter of,
round puddle of blood,
the dead moon like face,
showing me the sphere of scandals.

The first breath,
the short life,
the near death,
showing me the circle of life.

K.J.
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