Thousands of lines
Run through the fabric
Covering a plain wall
Plain with no ceilings
The lines are blurred and
Coloured
Borders remain
Strong reminder of
Divide invented
Strangers of the same
Yet
Beautifully ornamented
Thousands of lines
Run through the surface
Imagined
Yet
Realistic
Contradiction of past-now
Map on the wall
Stares back at me and
I wonder between which lines
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January 25, 2019
Wall map
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