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Thursday, 20 May 2010

Railway Station

Every morning watching throngs of travellers
With her pigeons and her glass and wrought-iron eyes
She collects a thousand precious human moments
And yearns to find a hundred long goodbyes...

...So when along the coast in trundling darkness
Slowly slips the last unkempt train for the night
She shuts her eyes and dreams of being human
In a carriage with her lover holding tight
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