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Crossed Lines
I begin to write
Across each black line
Along a piece of paper
Occasionally
Writing through the red margin
What a rebel!
Then i began contemplating
Of poets of old
Quill in hand
No lines
Just words
Leaking onto virgin vellum
Free as birds
Flights of fancy
As they create their own orgy
Of discourse
Lying like blots
On the landscape
Of their intentions
A myriad minds
Mindless of lines crossed
by Jemia
Across each black line
Along a piece of paper
Occasionally
Writing through the red margin
What a rebel!
Then i began contemplating
Of poets of old
Quill in hand
No lines
Just words
Leaking onto virgin vellum
Free as birds
Flights of fancy
As they create their own orgy
Of discourse
Lying like blots
On the landscape
Of their intentions
A myriad minds
Mindless of lines crossed
by Jemia
Published 19th Jun 2023
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