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Sep 2018
******* chugs through my mind
Like a steam train pregnant with coal
Please let there be a bend
A turn, a curve up ahead
*******.... *******.... *******....
One track, one goal
Fuming out, straddling the sky
A giant smoky black serpent
Burying my reality in soot
FuckYouFuckYouFuckYouFuckYou
Piston pumping momentum
Doubling with every breath
Until the train is a bullet
Breaking the sound barrier
Aimed at my chest for maximum impact
Hitting the anatomical muscle
I call the heart....
Perhaps now I can rest
Stumblebum Fumbletongue
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