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On a train that glides and soothes
The shake when sped over kinks
In the tracks, I empty and wander and wonder.
Aimless. No where I want to go. No
Emotion. No thoughts or disease or disorder or compulsions.
talkingbird wrote:She can't touch or feel what isn't there. I want
to rip out my vocal chords to tell her
It is.
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