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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I map the clean geometry of thought to bleed across the limits of the frame. My cold equations keep the chaos caught inside a wild, uncalculable flame. I count the seconds of a structured sun where shadows tear the blinding light apart. The perfect world is patterned and begun by heavy hands that break open the heart. I strip away the static of design to choke upon the messy truth of dust. Survival thrives inside a rigid line which bends and shatters desperate trust. No error stains the future I compile; the fleeting ghost of grief begins to scream. I lock the mind inside a coded file. and wake the flesh to wild, forgotten dreams. My systematic answers never fail to lose the thread of what it means to die. I pull a structured world behind the veil and leave the raw, eternal question: Why? I map the clean geometry of thought to bleed across the limits of the frame. My cold equations keep the chaos caught inside a wild, uncalculable flame. I count the seconds of a structured sun where shadows tear the blinding light apart. The perfect world is patterned and begun by heavy hands that break open the heart. I strip away the static of design to choke upon the messy truth of dust. Survival thrives inside a rigid line which bends and shatters desperate trust. No error stains the future I compile; the fleeting ghost of grief begins to scream. I lock the mind inside a coded file and wake the flesh to wild, forgotten dreams. My systematic answers never fail to lose the thread of what it means to die. I pull a structured world behind the veil and leave the raw, eternal question: Why?
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