A line
Not a stripe
Nor a streak
An edge
A limit
A boundary
Parallel are common
But never meeting
Others meet and drift apart
Some cross lines
Others erase them
You are a chapter in my book
I just a line in yours
This line, I stand on like a cliff
Nov 23, 2016
Nov 23, 2016 at 2:41 PM UTC
A line
Not a stripe
Nor a streak
An edge
A limit
A boundary
Parallel are common
But never meeting
Others meet and drift apart
Some cross lines
Others erase them
You are a chapter in my book
I just a line in yours
This line, I stand on like a cliff
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