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Jun 2018
... And the train never arrived.
There are tails and the station
And trains somewhere...
But not here.

Nobody came
And nobody went,
It's just me,
A lone loner,
Trying to blow clouds
With a straw.

There's just me here,
The town is dead
With everything inside.
It's no wonder no train comes.
There's just nothing here.

Anyone knows where to go?
Danilo Brito Steckelberg
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Danilo Brito Steckelberg  29/M/São Paulo
(29/M/São Paulo)   
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