Shapes

every one was a different shape
squares, rectangles, hexagons, pentagons
all polygons
what quandaries
doing laundry
sitting awkwardly
laying vulnerably
and integrity
she shed a tear
bound in fear
expectations
buried in sea
written on papers
placed in that urn
to cremation
could we all
surrender
and be new creations

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