Traveler’s diary
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THROUGH THE BRAMBLE THROUGH THE FOG,
ON THE EDGE OF THE DESERT
JUMP THE LAST TRAIN FOR THE COAST ，
START MY JOURNEY WITH MY DREAM
THE SCENERY SUNSHINE WERE NOT BRIGHT
I MET A RED-HAIRED STRANGER
THROUGH THE TORRENT OF THE NIGHT ，
THE TRAIN RAN HIGH SPEED IN THE DARK
SPARKING A MATCH SHE LIT MY SMOKE ON THE FLOOR WE SAT ALONE
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I SAW THE WOUND ON HER ARM
UNHEALED WAS BLEEDING BLACK BLOOD
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“DEATH IS COMING” SHE SAID
“MAYBE YOU WERE FADING
MAYBE YOU JUST GOT TIRED”
SHE KILLED SOMEONE
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BUT HER FINGERS SO LONG AND THIN
I HAD JUST WOKEN UP FROM MIDNIGHT FEELING COLD
I FOUND THE TRAIN HAD NEVER STOPPED
I SAW THE SILENT MOUNTAIN RANGE
“STOP PLEASE” I CRIED.
“TAKE IT EASY” SHE SAID, SHE SAID,
SHE SAID….
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ALL WE COULD DO WAS WAIT POSED PLEASANTLY
BUT WITH DESPAIR
WE’LL COMFORT EACH OTHER
I SAW THE BLACKBIRDS FLY THROUGH THE SKY
AS THE MIST DISPERSED FROM THE HORIZON
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