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Nov 2015
The train is out there blowing
bringing its horror around.
I'm waiting at the station
as it calls out that sound.
Dogs bark in distant haste
as they chase and howl.
I'm waiting at the station
As it calls out that sound.

That whistle strokes fright in me
And delights mixed eerie silence

The monsters are out prowlin
By the tracks feeling violent
Waiting for a girl like me

In the falls cool night,
Tabacoo to keep her company.
I'm trying to
Write a story about a
Train. This poem is d dedicated to that train of thought.
wandabitch
Written by
wandabitch  Promethea
(Promethea)   
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