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Railroads and cascades The train whistles through the wind A shudder shivers as a ghost wails What will become of us? What will we find? What will become of us? Midnight strikes steel Under the moonless sky We hear him echo in sleep Is this where we're meant to be? Lost in the forest A tear dries slowly Eternal skin cracking with transient air Squeamish in our dreams The ripple of our grandfathers Washes over still What will become of us? The putrid silence wails
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Nov 26, 2015
Nov 26, 2015 at 6:29 PM UTC
Midnight wail
Railroads and cascades The train whistles through the wind A shudder shivers as a ghost wails What will become of us? What will we find? What will become of us? Midnight strikes steel Under the moonless sky We hear him echo in sleep Is this where we're meant to be? Lost in the forest A tear dries slowly Eternal skin cracking with transient air Squeamish in our dreams The ripple of our grandfathers Washes over still What will become of us? The putrid silence wails
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Nov 26, 2015
Nov 26, 2015 at 6:29 PM UTC
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