P: Concrete

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Date: Sometime In Febrauary

Shape me the way you like

A start around in the moon light

With colors meant for different pages

Bright and dark

They seem like wages

Attempt to build 

Something new

However unable to process

Through documents

Through time

These shapes run together

How concrete are we 

Solid

With a meaning

But not visable 

All the time. 

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