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In The Loop

By: Leonardo
Competition Year: 2013
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Walking with no direction on this place,
We always find our own course,
On a so simple space never understood;
We have not yet converged on this site,
Never Imagined, scarcely described,
We still trudging on this complex topology,
Lingering on this surface by Möbius limned,
Anticipating the encounter,
Awaiting for an impatient side-glance,
Enough to drain these nuisance thoughts
Just enough to belong...
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