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i'm a line
destined to 
be drawn

a curb 
maid to walk on

a nerve 
able to live on

a broken heart 
urgent to move on

a pill 
i can take away your 
paid temporary 

i gain on life 
why in such a hurry

the claim of 
alwayz first not at all

the start the end
the open the close 
the noise the silence 
maid from a rose.


Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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