The line has been cut

maths

one hundred eighty degrees

no angles, no numbers to add

no knowlegde needed,

to make up these maths.

A line that can not cross

is like an earthworm trying to get close to the sun

A line that can not connect

is like a depression being fun

A line, one hundred eighty degrees

Trying to walk together with another

day to day, again again

Heartless bother

one hundred eighty degrees

the distant stays.

It will never be zero.

It will never be ninety.

It will never be three hundred sixty.

it will never.

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