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My gut vibrates, this thudding train,
running over envy,
brain, shudders past my hands
They shake
As my feet, insane, tap,
the window rattles,
a perfect metaphor, and a portal
Unsure of itself and rushing by so fast
it leaves a cloud of fumes around my head
I want to stay
To think,
I left the all-ins and the cheques behind
Change is crippling my mind
Everything I ever knew is ripped
from a bleeding socket
prosthetic, this startled rocket starts
to feel the pressure,
when I cry, leak a tear from my eye
Your phone calls ask why things change
and the answer is collosal:
my past is out of range
And the road, littered, empty bottles beside cracks
line the way
We will
We'll meet again some day,
straight to an empty house
filling up along the way
Just smile, a white one with an old friend at my side,
take a breath and look inside
I'll lose my voice despite you
and regret the times I lied
I love this place, I love this city, your arms open wide
But now memories forgotten,
there is nowhere left to hide.
7:16 PM
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