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Jan 2018
The train tracks raced.
Connected you to I,
Wound through some sort of subspace,
Fell asleep to their lullabies.

Under bridges.
Over hills.
Drink your courage.
Swallow your pills.

The train tracks ran,

SO DID YOU.
abandonment is a hard pill to swallow when home never existed
Tsunami
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Tsunami  22/Androgynous/Canada
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