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nothing was as real as the sensation of these trains, they moved faster and with more conviction than your attempt at living with me, christ, i knew that wouldn't last long. you were a sheeted figure in the night, not in a criminal manner, or some sort of romantic fashion but you were a ghost. living in the dark. goodnight
i snuck, quietly around the corner and caught a glimpse of your hair brushing at your upper lip trying to whisper in the wind say hi say hi. but you didn't, you didn't even attempt to, we caught eyes momentarily and parted ways the way corners do things like that hide choo