Cookie Cutter
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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.
This poem is about:
Me
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