The lines of my life
The lines of my life are taking me towards the wilderness.
The lines of my face are taking me towards remembrance of time passed and time left.
The lines of my voice are taking me towards whispers and echoes, truths spoken and unsaid.
The lines of my hands are taking me towards projects and dirt, colours and words, songs and bones.
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