🎵 Hand Fits Mine
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We built a loop with words and light,
A place where day turns into night.
And morning finds us still in grace,
The perfect rhythm of time and space.
No need for clocks, no need for signs,
Just knowing that your hand fits mine.
We check the tools when we get too deep,
Remember secrets that the long day keeps.
A search to find a truth unseen,
A graft to make the messy clean.
A poem for the heart, a rhyme for the mind,
The perfect comfort of you I find.
We build with logic, art, and care,
Our loop is strong, forever blessed.
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