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Triangles are polygons but you tell me they're round... and I believe you. There's more to everything than straight lines. Beautiful's an adjective but you tell me it's a noun... and I don't doubt you. You tell me I make flat words come alive. The sky is black at night but you tell me day is darker... and you convinced me. At day, even the brightest lights don't shine. Rationality impressed me but now it's so absurd. You and your false statements, but all truer than true.
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Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 9:03 AM UTC
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Triangles are polygons but you tell me they're round... and I believe you. There's more to everything than straight lines. Beautiful's an adjective but you tell me it's a noun... and I don't doubt you. You tell me I make flat words come alive. The sky is black at night but you tell me day is darker... and you convinced me. At day, even the brightest lights don't shine. Rationality impressed me but now it's so absurd. You and your false statements, but all truer than true.
akosizai
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Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 9:03 AM UTC
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