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Line

He crossed the line. Which urged me to cross The line.

There I stood With my lips clipped In a tight line,

Curved, forming a smile While a fire raged In my heart Bound by nothing No boundaries, no lines

But I did nothing And let him believe That I believed Him

As he gave me some line Explaining what he did Justifying What couldn’t be

I cracked a joke And seemed to let it go I flashed a smile As if my anger died I blabbered on As if nothing had gone wrong

For I knew that It was the only practical way To react, Society would say, Because guys are guys And they do what they do

But there is a fine line Between practical and right And the bottom line is that He crossed the line.

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