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Our Lives Are Our Lines

If I were to write you a few lines
And you were to name them after
Some poems you would have read
Somewhere in time to forget
And be remembered of it again.

I would write my name “Rxxxxx”

And I will write your name “Sxxxxx”
And I will place them at the two ends
Of a very white
Of a very wide
Sheet of paper.

And I will write no more.

Our lives are our lines

And between these few lines
Of lost spaces and misplaced punctuations
Let us, you an I
Help each other make sense
Of what remains of us.

Rxxxxx       Sxxxxx


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