Fine Lines
Where the line is crossed
There is a fine line
It’s thin and delicate like a cross
There are holes
Like in everything there are holes
When we see these
Fine lines should we cross
Or should we pull harder
Tie it off
Or break it apart
In these fine lines
Where do we cross?
Do we stay?
Do we go?
How can we see?
How can we be?
In our fine lines filled with holes
Who are we?
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