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Across The Line

Many days did I determine that never would I fall
Every day reminding myself the cruelty of it all
Grays turned black, and I believed, the white would never shine
And yet in the unlikely place, you called to say you're mine
Now all that's left for me is to accept, and walk across that line.

Poetry