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This Constructed Concurrency

This constructed concurrency Was forced by his magical hands To draw a line through a point Where it wasn’t meant to pass A new concept brings us full circle And the lines disintegrate Within my feeble grip This game of geometry proves That I am asymmetrical

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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