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Its speed is whirling
And you need self-control
Or you’ll be dancing to your demise.
Delusional and dizzy are your eyes
as you watch it,
Crazy it runs past you and you want
to run with it,
You want to touch it.
It’s dangerous, but reliable, here
comes another one—
The lights shine across the tracks, luring you like an angler,
Calling you like a crow.
Faithfully, you ignore it and wait
for it to stop.
The caverns drip with messy water
over flown with human sewage,
And the rats cascade your
peripherals while you are propped against a pillar.
The times are never on time
Because the no time is the
Sometime and the
Time you need is not the
Time you want. And
It screeches off crying,
Crying for you to come with it, but
you refuse,
You refuse.
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