Bound
A Poem
Thin, thin lines
Along the boundaries
Seems porous, seems permeable
A jagged morse code Jaded messages gleam
On thin, thin lines Gates yet built
Walls dug deep
Concrete lines Thin to the wor(l)d Wrent by a whim All lines are thin Thin to the eyes That view From the front of the line
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