Tonight I sit here at 3 am
and, I ponder sitting on a train
I can hear the wheels
smell the people
feel the glances left and right
I ponder sitting on a train
and I watch the world slip away
It is a never ending
purplebrowngreenbluehole
with sprinkles and candy things
all decorated on the outer rim
like a cupcake dream
just like my conscience where my childhood used to be
where I used to write stories
about princesses and princes that love them
about vampires
and darkness
the older I got
now, I just sit here
writing about trains
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