Lines Being Drawn Out of the Sand
we grumble to get discovered
still why do we even bother
the mere sound of silence
amidst the violence
beyond its beckoning plough
to discover each other
running further
far from disorder
stand as a filter
amidst the evil eye
come sit near my pale sister
learn to treasure
to discover each other
is it any wonder
run for shelter
try to stay together
to lead each other home
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