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a cradle of completion; my rubik's cube slowly becomes faded of colors, frayed of stickers, as a twisting time renders it subtle and scrambled, but unendingly unsolvable —my meaning left muddled on the palms of life muddled on the palms of life —my meaning left unendingly unsolvable, subtle and scrambled, but as a twisting time renders it faded of colors, frayed of stickers, my rubik's cube slowly becomes a cradle of completion;
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Aug 3, 2020
Aug 3, 2020 at 11:47 AM UTC
Rubik’s Cube (a reverse poem)
a cradle of completion; my rubik's cube slowly becomes faded of colors, frayed of stickers, as a twisting time renders it subtle and scrambled, but unendingly unsolvable —my meaning left muddled on the palms of life muddled on the palms of life —my meaning left unendingly unsolvable, subtle and scrambled, but as a twisting time renders it faded of colors, frayed of stickers, my rubik's cube slowly becomes a cradle of completion;
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Aug 3, 2020
Aug 3, 2020 at 11:47 AM UTC
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