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Mystery Train

June 23, 2010

Like vagabonds hitch rides in the cold night
We steel away into the dusk
listen,
Our past falls away as the freight cars pull
Off with their rickety iron shod sound.

If only those tracks confirmed desire,
That destiny would heal anxiety.
Where are we headed without guidance?
Which maddening path for us is chose?
None,
Yet, we blindly speed off into the night.

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