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Jana was short for January
pink petals and the whisperin’ trees
train tracks and buzzin’ bees
singin’ and whistlin’
to the beat of the wind
cos the sun don’t shine
in the spring
with the birds tweetin’
and the river glimmerin’
Jana done kilt that boy
under the big white moon, shimmerin’
pushed him over the edge,
through the glitterin’ water
then last winter they finally caught ‘er
same month the train come
tootin’ and smokin’
and that girl couldn’t get out of the way
her red fox -skin coat
against white flurry was startlin’
the snow was sparklin’,
flakes cascadin’ down,
buryin’ her blood deep within the secrets of frost
forgotten, but not lost
before that, in Fall
there was an old man who got his boot stuck in-between the track and rail
red and orange and yellow and brown leaves
coverin’ up his wrist,
Where a gold watch had been taken by thieves
he done rolled off of the bridge, litterin’ the water with the stench of
autumn death
and I can still smell the smokestack lingerin’ on your breath
cos when you crossed the bridge east,
the train came from the west
i can’t kiss you goodnight
-you lay dead in the river, stars like flickerin’ embers
in cold, cold December

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MeganSeesStarsThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Mar. 14, 2011 at 2:13 pm
yes its part of a much larger story im working on
rumtumtum said...
Mar. 13, 2011 at 8:16 pm
this is cute, is it part of something else?
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