.You came by yourself, but you left in a train.
Following close to whatever is in front of you.
Rails lay in their beds from Boston to Maine.
And they trick themselves, dream about waking up.
So we fold like paper.
Into a desks top drawer, something I was writing.
Into a tunnel.
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