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Why do you sit there and shred your sweet wrappers like they are merely love letters
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The railway
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An obsidian beast grumbles to life
spewing smog out from the top of its head;by Zephyr Aryn 16 lines, 10 comments, on Aug 7 3:07 PM 2007. In Train, ottava rima, personification, stuff -
The train pulls the passenger / Onwards, onwards, / As the passenger is waiting, / The train goes over tracks, / The old tracks leading to unknown destinations, / The windows show him beauties unseen by his eyes,
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