Poem: Ballad Of The Girl Tied To The Track | brutmystik's Blog
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Ballad of The Girl Tied To The Track:
Finally know My pink coffin, Shake my wrists. No hero in speck or ship, Sacrificed and Sacrificing ones, Can prevent me from being Restored to an Angel pilot’s arm. Prudence was not in Your arrow and it’s love Was rejected many times An hour but I am a strong Winged thing and I will Wander from brain to brain, In the mouths of Discarded revival Worshippers and Lost children’s Powers on this train.
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