hurt and woe
approaching
an antisipated train
unable to resist
and dutifully bound
by permission
to allow this
merciless load
but it is not personal
a blurry promise made
when safe
among the stars
one by one
it rolls over us
purest in form
again and again
but it is not personal
rocking us to sleep
accompanied
with despair
and stripped of the hope
of better days to come
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well it flowed all right, flowing like a river! great writing, liked t.

