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Apr 19
The train roars past me
A beast of iron and fire
Howling in the night

Cries echoing through
This neon suburbia
A bordering stream

The calls and track sounds
Swirl through the air throughout town
Day and night, constant

At night, a soft lull
At morning, a wakeup call
At day, a wild rush

Blue and gold cargo
The steel shine of passengers
Hailing to old times

A call to my soul
To jump and destroy, to run
A wild beast astride
Written by
Charlie Rose  21/Gender Fluid/Delaware
(21/Gender Fluid/Delaware)   
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