.I rode down to the tracks. Thinking they might sing to me. But they just
Stared back. Broken, trainless, and black as night. Climbed out on to my roof.
So I'd be a poet in the night. Beat the walls off my room. I saw the big room
That is this life. This is my condition: Naked and hysteri.
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