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Sep 2014
I spent my whole life trying to escape these old tracks.
Pining for a valley,
Lined with trees,
Cozy little chateaus,
Topped with tilted puffing chimneys.
The bed I dreamed of,
holds my rigid body.
I can't sleep.
I traded "from",
for "going".
Every night,
I still miss the trains.
kj Foster
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