#31 Station – Part I
Spare me your station,
its blue and yellow stripes.
I hear your tracks, taking you back,
where you had started. Train me,
to look straight into the darkness,
timid myopic vision soft around my existence.
Queue up my infirmities, quiz me
through your blades, I change my buttons
and stand closer than a year.
its blue and yellow stripes.
I hear your tracks, taking you back,
where you had started. Train me,
to look straight into the darkness,
timid myopic vision soft around my existence.
Queue up my infirmities, quiz me
through your blades, I change my buttons
and stand closer than a year.
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