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Transcendental heart lines can only stretch until the
irrationalities of blood cells
Lose interest.
Lying awake until dawn used to be fun until the
yoke of the sun broke all over my toast.
Railways scream through silent towns
on the grounds they are doing
something of importance.
Could have fooled me;
then again,

I was never one to travel by train.