
Pushed into cracks,
pressed against ridges,
we echo the shapes
of our frequent surroundings.
Each of us different,
we face the dilemma:
are circles perfect
or are we?
pressed against ridges,
we echo the shapes
of our frequent surroundings.
Each of us different,
we face the dilemma:
are circles perfect
or are we?
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