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For Return to the Platform Knives.

For those whose minds are not like theirs...

The eye of the child that cries for his mum
Is the eye of the man that screams for his nation.
And a son who leaves to never return,
From the green lines of the late busy station.
 
While the girl who falls from the sun to the moon,
And her lover who dies when he sees her face.
For everything ends when I close the book
And tell my father to pack his case.
 
We will leave for return, for the liven sake,
And jump from the platform, and run for our lives!
We will see see the edge and suddenly stop,
As we’ll see how our lives were sharpened by knives...

(2015)

Whether you decide to live or fall to die, you can't run from yourself.

#Death #Knives #Life #Running #Train

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