Fine Lines

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Thin

Unwritten

Blurry

The lines we cross

We think we know

But really

We don’t

Stepping on cracks

Just because

Touching the forbidden

Like Pandora’s box

And opening doors

That need to stay closed

The whispers

We hear

Are really just

Our imagination

Telling us lies

Again

The imaginary things

We think we know

Don’t even exist

The tragedy of life

Keeps on

And smiles

Are lost in time

We cross fine lines

Because

We do not see them...

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