unafraid.
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empty roads,
dark windows,
moonlight.
but i —
i am awake.
listening
to the hum of the train
and the clap of the wheels
as they run along their tracks.
and i can’t picture a more perfect sound.
its beauty is unmatched.
unafraid, it sounds into the black night
moaning as it goes
letting every blade of dewed grass
sense its presence.
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