: A border is a decorative strip around the edge of something
: A line is a thin continuous mark, that made by pen, pencil or brush applied to a surface
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When she started the car- she sucked us up in different galaxies.
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"Did you know he is that unhappy?"
"Yes"
"No, I mean. Did you really know how unhappy he is?"
"I guess not. Do you?"
"I'm just honest"
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: A border is the line or frontier area
: A line is a border or baundry
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Her glittering heart shined so bright in the moonlight
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"You transform everything good, into proken pieces of shit. Because you think- you don't deserve it better"
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: A border is a strip of ground, as at the edge of a garden or walk
: A line is a real or imaginary mark, positioned in relation to fixed points of referance
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The reflexions of the mirrors in the car intermingling with her glittering face.
Everything's so bright and mute.
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"I think you needed me tonight"
I replied:
"Yes indeed. And I am afraid of getting home"
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: A border is a part that forms the outer edge of something
: A line is a geometric figure formed by a point moving along a fixed direction and the reverse direction
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I imagined her lying between silverchips. As Frida Kahlo laid in gold.
You can't see the red: It's hidden in the black.
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We couldn't keep silent
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