Li(e)(n)es spoken.
Li(e)(n)es repeated.
Lines drawn.
Lines crossed.
Lines re-drawn.
Like a fucking geography lesson,
of the USSR.
I've had it with lines.
I don't do well with linear, generally.
Yet there seems to be no reprieve.
No matter which direction I turn.
Somehow I missed the memo.
The one that informed us all:
Denial is preferable to observation.
Or maybe I didn't....
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