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The Last Train

 



Author's Note



Poem


Surrendering all my love on your feet

Bondman of your forever's love 

Though i see you,imagine you


two soul free man and free woman 

luggage of your love leaving on your feet

 surrendering all the love i live with 

I both yield and cast aside my heart's beat


-Niteshtales-







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