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Aug 2016
old                  
rolling stock    
            late at night,                
quiet, cold,     
silent & still    
in loves last,    
   dusty, dark        
sideing yard,  
we are                
un                     
           coupling
  
           From now
                     you are the past
                               Blame that was cast    
                   has set fast.     
                   Loves last link,

    our                        boys,
   will be bro               ken... more.
        Now only ha          lf mine. We both    
saw red. The insipid signal lamp.
I could not hold us all together.
I couldn’t halt your pull
away. Not with acts
nor words nor
love.  and
so, with
out

Destined for
                                                                ­    different                                
lines.                                    
Disembark.
Stand clear.
This train
terminates
here.
work in progress
Christopher R May
Written by
Christopher R May  40/M/Sydney
(40/M/Sydney)   
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