A thin line passing though world's
dividing faith, dividing love
dividing families, dividing us
ironically united passionate lovers

The lines which run on the map
The flaccid map of implicit realities
Of distorted hope and placid springs
The map of spirits lost within
The lines which run on the maps not hearts

There standing on the edges of lines, abyss
where hearts break and love spills
I was alone when I saw you
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