A stopped train, and I awaken
\nIn the middle of some godforsaken
\nPiece of country, as an announcement is making
\nBy some Polish girl of why we have stopped.<\/p>\n
No its not leaves upon the line
\n– At least not now – to myself I whine
\nA girls on a phone seated opposite to it says “Fine”
\nAs she the reason copped.<\/p>\n
Apparently, someone is dead
\nOn the train track ahead
\nA quick prayer for them Ive said
\nThose who themselves have topped<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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