Geometric Force
stuck on the inside of a box
this world is circular
And we're all square
Perpendicular are the lives that
lie parallel to the intersect
three dimesional personalities
around the way
If your reach a stop
Green light the go
This poem doesn't make sense
So I'll stop now or...gooooo......slowwwww
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