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NailPolish

Tesselate
Nailpolish
I tessellate
when i consider the anxious options
spread apart like a pattern the edges
Apply
            like our fingers sometimes
   brushing against each repeated shape
capturing a part of the infinite expansion of perfectly set rotations
A piece fits to its neighbour
             As a lock slid into its natural comfortable place
I tessellate this moment in my head
again
            again
                        again               
                                    again
 
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