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Boxes and Lines 

​Constricted yet out going,

Crashing the walls of her mind,

Thinking out of the line.

Because, everyone’s thing out of the box, yeah?

She could touch the stars,

Even in daylight,

Didn’t because she feared.

Of going out of the line.

She wanted to bruise eyes,

Black, blue and violet,

Didn’t because she’s good.

Still just inside the line.

The line when she crosses,

She’s going to win every race,

Boxes are for those,

Who never can escape.


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