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winters morning

the train tracks gently rattle in the distance
and a wind chime calls an atmospheric ear,
the wind blows a leaf strewn force about me
and I’m lost in the purpose of my fears,
gutters magnifying a slow trickle of rainfall
grey clouds dance across a defusing light,
it was dark when I opened my curtains
and it’ll be dark when I close them tonight,

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