Lunch Box

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  1. Hale

    Hale BattleForums Newbie

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    Lunch Box

    I am the borderline.
    I hassle and thrash with my rein
    I am the vaccine to life
    The syringe that draws the shame
    Perhaps lover's cure for lust,
    Is not withdraw or defeat
    In fact, my lines are indeed a prison
    A plug to contain a leak

    If my sheep were meant to flourish
    And their numbers to be sent avast
    Their knowledge would not be cherished
    Their freedom would become their mask

    These patriotic missions
    and futile goals of greed,
    Their minds gone awry
    Wrapped around this septic feed
    My border may be insecure
    And its purpose could be fallacious
    But they make is easy for me
    Because they are spread and spacious