fractured line; do not cross

Faint lines - don't cross, don't cross.
Hold your breath; one, two -
release and start again.
Sail away on your emotional breakdown -
sure would explain a lot.

So you'll sit it on the counter -
out of sight, out of mind.
You'll make dinner, clean the fridge.
Faint lines, faint lines -
have I lost my mind?

Twist, turn. Turn the lights down.
Is that a yes or no - I think maybe
there's two lines. Sure would,
sure would explain a lot. Now I,
now I've got to breathe; one, two.

And release.

The End

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