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Little trains that goWere the Brio linesConnected one by one they climbUntil the loop has broken passageAcross the bridge and through prairiesTrains grew strongerMagnets pieced into oneClaiming the landA known and graceful frontierAll the more merryTo lay the tracks on carpetWhere indigo carpet swirledAnd the universe expandedOne track at a time.
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This poem describes the start to a relationship ending in horror
All I know is my truth and at 16 I was in a substance induced psychosis...and I got this
Have you ever been so aware of you self that you felt like you've lost your self?