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train
Trapped within the soul lost and festering
decaying within a confused mind
forever unleashing our own punishment.
The train sits still yet leaving the ramifications of my own percecution yelling at anothers surviving pace.
Please take the pin and puncture.
let the air escape and breath , suffocating candles blossoming into pillows of smoke.
unleashing its strength I am sufficated still lost and bleeding.
one more ticket left for the express and my soul still sits upon me for ever demanding that I fall foward.
choke everlasting , the light of the dismay is escaped and now frozen.
One puff of smoke, the chilled silver cloud illuminated in front of our own pools of sanity.
Comprehension is just another fried donut cooled and fallen to the floor.
Escaped me it did.
Hence I am still a crumb within my soul.
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~Esen
What is everyone doing in my room?
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