Geometrical Forms Of Humanity
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Watching people as they sing and or dance, their patterns and designs all being their own individual selves, all being geometric forms of humanity.
Ones that can never be truly cloned for something will always be left out, there's nothing at all perfect about a human being on this earth.
Never sinking to depths of what might have been, an eerie emptiness of life lying in a twilight atmosphere, no one to love or be loved by.
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