lines

the   world   was    ok

until      man      came

and started  drawing

lines   on    the    floor..

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why

why

do I marry a woman

who never took care

of my heart?

why

do I keep an anxious lover

hidden inside the darkroom

knowing that her pigments

will soon fade

without light?

why

do I not feel the need

to feed the hunger of the self-righteous

who wrestles in territorial disputes not of their own

when our god of love knows no boundaries?

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