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May 2017
Don't trust trains
They take you places, shuffling
Across steel paths cut for them
And take you for the pleasure of places
WithΒ Β no thought of the coming back,
Not of home

Don't trust trains
They sprinkle your sense of home
Across a wilderness of bright faces
With a sense of shallow humour, dark as
You'll never meet them again, like all
Upon rare returns all has changed, trains have swept all on, flash
Don't trust trains

Don't step to the pedastal, platform
Lest you've been warned a thousand times and
Disregarded every word
For the churning of wheels, you
Have laughed with a wheeze at the choke of belonging
And wished for more, I
Wish not to see you on the train

For just one time, if you are ready
To love and lose me
I'm here, bitterly tossed
At your sweet lap to take some hours of each other
Sprinkled on our lips like momentary dew
Until we evaporate and leave only the salt of loss
Adding what we can to life, no
Unless you really are ready for that
Never trust trains
I'm travelling on a train! A poem about making friends while travelling and losing them just after they become precious to you, after they're made indispensible, it's sad, but you can love and lose and feel happy for it, I find
Sombro
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Sombro
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       Graff1980 and Keith Wilson
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