inside a shape of equal sides
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that number three
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with eyes inane
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reminding of this urgency
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scalene so far
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uncertain of everyone
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and by degrees,
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isosceles comes
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I know it came out from the inside
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I know places where you can hide
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taken on an angle less than twenty-seven
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nothing more
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spoken of a fable and a candle broken on the floor
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Scalene So Far
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