Trains full of abandoned hope, every morning.
run away wishes, forgotten supressed
Inside, a spark, a spook and a spoke
of a wheel, an undead soul, a fire
rekindling the soul, heat-
where it missed for long
Ears that listen
Hands that give and take
Fears that are still bigger than we thought
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