Line of Life
Dancing in the line,
broken and corroded.
The line follows my lines,
the lines which I drew blind.
Twisted...
in hatred.
Buried...
in his selfishness.
Only deep space there.
Nothingness.
The boy may grab the stars
but will he?
He follows the lines.
Blind, deaf, senseless,
as always.
Selite:
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