Poems

The Train

The train rumbles, the drunk stumble, the suits mumble and grumble away.
The sights are of city lights that drown out city lights
But there’s nothing quite like it.

A hundred people headed direction.
Not knowing how close to close connection we are

The train rumbles, the drunk stumble, the suits mumble and grumble away.
The sights are of city lights that drown out city lights
But there’s nothing quite like

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