A contraption
Systematically proceeds,
Endeavored
I mold.
My contraption.
Perfection.
Yes.
Perfection.
My small sturdy system of life.
In the morning i awaken
I glance by the window,
sits my contraption.
Flawless.
Three connections.
Each paradisiacal
My eyes move away from it
looking out of the window.
Sits a coorperation.
A coorperation of life,
I wish i had gone bigger.
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