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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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