the lines were my friends
all six were as straight as bones
when i became one with the lines, my eyes saw the world clearly
as it should have been all along
one by one
i become enveloped with the lines
and they become enveloped within me
until they consumed me completely
my breath was no more
Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 9:22 PM UTC
the lines were my friends
all six were as straight as bones
when i became one with the lines, my eyes saw the world clearly
as it should have been all along
one by one
i become enveloped with the lines
and they become enveloped within me
until they consumed me completely
my breath was no more
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