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In the dark I can figure out in seconds which key opens the door
From all those times
its the gold one and it feels different
even in the dark
like a puzzle piece
it lets me in.
Sharp and pointed teeth
to my curvy and comfortable world.
My puzzle piece
feels like
an S or maybe a J
sloping and lazy sometimes.
An afternoon nap.
Puffy clouds.
It might be inches away from straight lines and solid shapes
but it forms.
And you and you
are right around the corner
Just fine.
Its always been that way.
We are the pieces
the composition
the topic
the outlines

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