Borders

They cuts across lands that once were united

This invisible, man-made boundary fuels the dreams of some

Keeps economies growing for others

No soft edges

Lines that sink in water

Nationalism

Separatism

Rich

Poor

Only when we sleep

Can we move across them.

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