Poem: A World of Straight Lines

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A World of Straight Lines

You live in a world of straight lines,
neat rows, predictable in love and hate,
relentless in black and white,
perfect or ruin, few shades between
one and the other.
You drive past the cultivated fields,
the cultivated lives,
carefully curated for the least disturbance,
and you understand completely
why you never fit in.

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