Poem: Train Tracks
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Your eyes look like two black pieces of charcoal, Just like the ones we put on our snowman last January, Someone lit a fire and I can see it in your face, Ears steaming, Nose whistling, Sounding like a Choo Choo train. Remember when we were kids, And when we used to run to the station, Don’t those memories make you smile, Or do they add onto that burning sensation. I told you to remain calm, But it tipped you off the edge, And when you fell on those tracks, I felt like the fire was going to spread, So I jumped in after you, To save you, But you got up and I died instead.
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