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And Then With A Fleeting Glance
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And Then With A Fleeting Glance

And Then With A Fleeting Glance,
The train was gone,
The line of churning steam,
Trailing it like a childs forgotten balloon,
And love was lost with the train,
Sucked away along the tracks,
Like a tireless evil struck upon you,
For the purpose of sin.

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Comments (2)

I liked the sketch of the train leaving the station and the way emotion trailed it
I never forgot my balloons... as they abandoned the grasp of my tiny little bones, ripped the heart off my sleave, and fluttered away mocking my tears. Ha! I Say... (thanks for sharing)