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Geometric I

The squares of reality  
dost focus my eye,  
Not fitting to center  
not even when tried.
  
There is always  
an inquisitive fold to left,  
A less distinctive bend
to the right.
  
The Geometric I;  
It increases then ceases  
with wrinkles of time.
Written by Pishashee
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