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Rumbling Sadness
Train in the distance assuredly coming
As the thickening night slowly burns on
Light turns down
Silence this town
Ship's aground

I say to you now I hear the rumbling
Fumbling thoughts
Tumbling rots
Frame of mind

Time for the pain
To swell
The well
To overflow
The shell
Of fragile
Pale, white strength
molts and falls
As the moments slow
It's more than I knew
I held on to
The hole is deep
The whole is deep
And in the distance I hear that sound

By Elliot Shaw-Ray

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