Cheese

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I have words
But none that are any good
For me.

The train speeds on through the dark

The rock speaks
But it might as well be as dumb
As me.

The gathering sound of wheel on track

We don’t fight
There’s nothing left to say
To me.

And you know how the train whistle goes.

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15 thoughts on “Cheese

  1. Oh, this is so very sad. When the talking and even the fighting are finished…. Then is it really done? Or can you catch up to the train at the next stop? Or maybe there’s a bus going somewhere wonderful. I hope so.

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