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Can't You See the Shapes


I can see the shapes
But my hands can't form them right
They're trapped in my mind
Why can’t I see the light?
Dancing and soaring
I forget what's around me
Electric body
Won’t you do what I do?
Come sit in the shade
Let the arid world fly by
Luscious, dark gray shade
Take my hand, come and fly
Can’t you see the shapes
Our fingers form them right
Trapped in our minds
Can’t you see the bright light?

~a poem by Gemaine~
~based on a series of haikus by Hannah~

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