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we are not the same, but we do belong. where we may not align, we fit. we squeeze and stretch into one another.
Not much can be said about lines and circles. At least from an observer''s view. I, the lines, the circles, My eye, the lines, the circles: All in a straight line (with circles). Painters seem to love their
dear world, and people that love math, and shapes, and lines and boxes, I think you should know that these things are dumb and pointless. (except circles)
I can feel you slipping through my fingers, but I’m not sure how full the bottom of our hourglass has become, thus I cling tightly to every falling sand-second, praying that you’ll
Each person is like a shape, No two shapes are exactly the same, But no shape is ever simple. We all have sides not displayed For this or that reason, Yet, we feel the need to express