picture this: a girl walking
through the woods whose
clothes suggest cold weather
comes upon railroad tracks
tries to balance on them
but can’t for more than
ten feet or so, then sits
in the dead grass until
the ground starts rumbling
takes your heart out of hers
and places it on the track
while somewhere you’re
trying to write her a
poem.
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