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#octagon
Two men square up in an octagon they circle each other they try angles to find the wrecked angle to reach the top of the pyramid for a diamond reward to make life on this sphere bearable because deep down in our dome we know we preach the Holy Triangle but ignore the lessons of the cross hope takes the shape of its negative container which is half empty so we’re always divided by two the octagon mentality is reflected in the Pentagon people fill rectangular plots in the ground while others profit from manufacturing projectile cylinders hiding behind stars and stripes while we fight one another with dollar signs in the eyes ovals stream from we see the trapezoid we’ve built for ourselves where our circular lives take the shape of a fist.
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Jul 4, 2020
Jul 4, 2020 at 9:17 PM UTC
Octagon
we all have faith in stop signs, with their red skin glaring out of the monotony. knowing, hoping, willing the car to stop at the command of the silent octagon.
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Jun 23, 2018
Jun 23, 2018 at 2:57 AM UTC
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