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Last Train to Nowhere


I used to like crossing boundaries
with you, on you, tell you everything
like that flower-vine that grows
fast-forward. But we no longer
have those conversations.
The after-party’s over, lights on,
the dance floor's full
of passed out drunks,
men who lost the last train to nowhere.

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