as you dreamt of the one you loved,
in front of a train.
It went right through me,
faster and harder,
than the way you kissed me goodbye.
I, the most beautiful blur of broken hearted blood.
When it hit me,
I gazed up at the mortified magpies,
shrugging my shattered shoulders.
I told them,
I didn’t feel a thing,
since you left me,
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