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Dodecahedron
I knocked so curiously on your door
No need to wander evermore
No need to wonder when with you
Such a perfect shape to hold in my shiny hands
I hope forever never ends for you and I
A perfect day in any way
To enjoy every tiny moment, Every countless jidderbug
To tolerate every ounce of your shortcomings
Oh, how your list grows short
Not a door like you to grow on trees
Fit into my palms, oh, daisy of mine
So simple, so perfect we are
Like a doorknob in my grasp
Reflecting in the glazy glare
A perfect little fit in my poor rusty hand
Of every doorknob my hand has gestured to
No door fits perfect, as sweet awakened you
I've slowly knocked on many doors
As life goes knocking by
I seek no other wonderous doors
As yours, oh, daisy mine
