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Last Train Home Together

Whistle in the wind screaming

Smoke in the sundown gleaming


Right through the soul of the heart

Fox hole burrow

Hidden sorrow

Riding to nowhere, a hole at the start

Of endless worry

Of no tomorrow

That day with you was the best

A train ride home to rest

With peace and pieces of what’s left

©️The Sad Owl

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The Sad Owl

I'm just here. Until I'm not.

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