transportation
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If her love was transportation, no hesitation I'm on a mission, her company heads to the rightful destination. State of elation. A thought of her equivalent to paradise, BLESSING haven. She's beautiful like heaven.
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I sit idly inside my mind
before the Train arrives.
I wander between my ears, behind my eyes -
wondering where I'm going.
I am lost in outer space.
Yet I maintain these chains;
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Flying by, like ribbons on a windy day.
Twisting, turning, dodging, rushing,
missing, ignoring, ignoring, missing,
aware but unaware,
They are all the same.
Dancing on the wind,
Down deep dank halls, 'twixt metal bars
Pass the morning sacrifices
unaware of their peril, they wait; listening to the sound of guitars
played by zombies that wander with their glazed eyes
My face burns red
Fiery, flustered, forgoing.
Nostrils condense, eyes moisten.
“This is Bat Country”
her coy smile appeared to howl at me
as I was lost in the chaos.
