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Not far from the border - where the tired half-straight lines ending:
and: commited verticals climb in uplifting rotation -
the circles lazily roll alongside the points:
which are sluggishly snailing on rays rotating to the pole origins -
the two-dimensional line tends to embrace the flat:
the flat needs to be embraced by a two-dimensional line -
her value lies in it.
He - broken into geometry: spilled into arithmetic:
absolutely prime -  he's tickling the folding parabolas:
he is seized by multiples: amplified by his own multiples:
he slobs around in the archetypes of all conics:
takes off running shoes of the parallels: and:
tries to impose nudges on the sleeping cylinders:
to straighten for infinity. and:
to sash it with Möbius strip.

He - after all:  just a segment -


          

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