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Depart he sits... hesitates, and in the belly of madness the morning train awaits. it's time to Go in the distance a cello sound the lamentation is a song of Sadness unneeded and so I Know but...I cannot leave I Must I cannot grieve but I can sit quietly in the station while others move rudely around somewhere and sometimes above and below ground and like last time, I found avoidance an art several lives gone by there is a train later I will take this time, without delay or mistake and that will be The Day that I |
Additional Notes:
The sudden ending is intentional.
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