III
The geometry of a naïve,
The Geometry of Loneliness
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Shapes with squares,
triangles, hexagons,
Rectangles, half made, half
broken,
Half born.
All red,
With liquid blood,
Still trying to thump hard,
As it always has been—
The shattered heart.
I stood near it,
With the candle of
ignorance,
Lost on my way to those
dreams
In which I thought I could
see-
You, up close.
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