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The doors to the train car close and the train continues on its regular schedule. The three souls settle in their own private areas of the train car. All of a sudden the train comes to a stop. ------------------------- SOUL 1 ------------------------- Trapped in just one try, I notice my emotion swings. Wings spread and flap about, out. I try to escape. Cape of good hope concede. See My right to be. Referee free me let me be free. ------------------------- SOUL 2 ------------------------- No movement, no slidding, or skidding. Kidding? Not nearly. Why? One query, eerie? I made it happen. I just concentrate. Trait, I have one great superpower, power! So nice and sweet eat all of the candy I can here and now where I am, that is my plan ------------------------- SOUL 3 ------------------------- I would have no fortune if it weren’t for misfortune. Urchin of bad luck haunts my every movement. Meant to ruin every plan I make. Crinkle, wrinkle, my every dream. I am upset. Set Out to achieve in a tie and shirt, hurt and I ache to reach only one desire. One point and goal entirely I give up now, I tire.
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Jul 4, 2014
Jul 4, 2014 at 6:53 PM UTC
THE PLATFORM - (Chapter Four) A Suttle Disturbance
The doors to the train car close and the train continues on its regular schedule. The three souls settle in their own private areas of the train car. All of a sudden the train comes to a stop. ------------------------- SOUL 1 ------------------------- Trapped in just one try, I notice my emotion swings. Wings spread and flap about, out. I try to escape. Cape of good hope concede. See My right to be. Referee free me let me be free. ------------------------- SOUL 2 ------------------------- No movement, no slidding, or skidding. Kidding? Not nearly. Why? One query, eerie? I made it happen. I just concentrate. Trait, I have one great superpower, power! So nice and sweet eat all of the candy I can here and now where I am, that is my plan ------------------------- SOUL 3 ------------------------- I would have no fortune if it weren’t for misfortune. Urchin of bad luck haunts my every movement. Meant to ruin every plan I make. Crinkle, wrinkle, my every dream. I am upset. Set Out to achieve in a tie and shirt, hurt and I ache to reach only one desire. One point and goal entirely I give up now, I tire.
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Jul 4, 2014
Jul 4, 2014 at 6:53 PM UTC
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