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Borders are scratched across the hearts of men,
by strangers with a calm, judicial pen,
and when the borders bleed we watch with dread
the lines of ink along the map turn red.
- Marya Mannes


Border Crossing (front and reverse)
Bob Haozous
1991
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Student. Science, neuro, anatomy, health, politics, technology, writing, art. Just trying to find where I
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