Triangles
Smog, dust, and nails.
In a world where triangles don’t exist…
Infinity gets scrapped away like the grime it is.
I rushed to escape like a photo of myself.
Triangles.
Imagine triangles didn’t exist and everyone told you so, so, so…
But I can conceptualize crazy stuff like that.
Just take a dust pan and sweep up the “you” left overs.
This place has no one who can conceptualize shapes like I can.
So buzz through side quests.
I could totally draw that triangle, or anything, or my smile.
But there’s fewer things that exist like I do.
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