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Its purpose is to make a flawless shape

Aren’t we as humans like a shape it makes?

With arms, legs, head and hair

To fit the dimensions that make us so fair.

 

Except this cookie cutter cannot will not,

Touch what is inside you see.

Which are the ingredients,

That set me free.

The flawless recipe

I desire to be.

 

But is there a perfect chemistry?

The answer

Is infinity.

 

Right now,

I am peanut butter

Without any cutter.

 

Right now

This is my recipe.

 

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