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SofiStreet
Poems
Jun 2013
The Forever Train
Upon the hill he sat
on his ***** worn-down mat
Until he heard a pat-pat-pat
what was that?
His body, thin and old
Framed against the rain so cold
His wide eyes he rolled
Towards the gates of gold
No longer did the rain
Wash away at his mangled mane
He tossed aside his shame
And boarded the forever train
Basically, he dies :(
sorry
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