Compression
People are so complex,
And despite my Longing for more,
Everything that someone says or does,
Every bone and muscle in ones body,
Does not make them whole.
You are the sum of all your equations,
Not just the ones we know how to solve.
You are the painter under a painting,
You are art and you are algebra,
You have too many layers
For even yourself to comprehend.
And you are not shallow,
You are not 2D,
You're everything in between
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