Twisted lines
Those lines we twist
and turn into
our boundaries
cross
and Hell
breaks loose
like the twisted line
your strings
doth turn into
pulled by them
and you
twisting
pulling
until
crash into
what once thought
was you
erupt
then turn
into
what gets
the better
every time
damn twisted line
not lax
not straight
that makes
me turn into
Hell broken loose
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