These treacherous lines of mine ...
People read me in between them ...
So true, isn't that so ?
Lost somewhere in between are memories ...
Long forgotten ...
Those lines remind her ...
Else all has faded ...
Just handed in the mind ...
Lives that mattered once ...
Forgotten people and pets ...
Just faded and jaded memories ...
Popping up once in a blue moon ...
But she remains unaffected ...
For they don't look familiar anymore ...
Those treacherous lines of mine ...
People read themselves in between them #GoFigure
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