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By , Mesa, AZ
Life

There’s a long black train
going, moving, pushing
leading you somewhere.
This train never stops
days, weeks, months
never able to reverse back.
This train can pick up speed
accelerating, conquering, elevating
flashing through weeks in days.
This train constantly grows
love, anguish, happiness
memories of years past.

A whistle blows.

The train starts to slow
dwindling, screeching, diminishing
your stop is finally here.

Its time to get off this long black train.





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