Lines
So many lines,
Some you cross,
Some you stay behind.
What’s yours is yours,
What’s mine is mine.
Lines get blurred,
Like lines between.
A line between,
I’m staddling.
A fine line,
I’ve crossed so many times.
Copyright © Joe Fisher | Year Posted 2007
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