L I N E S
between the narrow tracks
of your beauty
lies a solitary figure
what of the rest
what of humanity
must we cram
and curl
our selves
between these rails
if a limb
spills out
must it be crushed
by the oncoming train
of society's standards
let us tear them
from the ground
your wretched lines.
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Poetryrandom trash poems they're kinda bad but I like writing when I'm bored hope you like it enjoy bon appetite