Dream of Shapes

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by sweetclara - opened

As the filament spins,
It captures light,
fills the air,
Unfolding dreams in hues of hope.
Within the rotating wheel,
Shapes dream,
And at the machine's fingertips,
Imagination walks into reality.
Each layer stacks up,
Opening a new world,
As precise lines are drawn,
Countless possibilities bloom.
In the magic of the filament,
All dreams and wishes entwine,
Plastic fragments weave The fabric of tomorrow.

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