The sound of the train reminds me
That you are gone for always
Like the evergreen that never dies
Proves that you were here
I asked you for all of this so one day
I’d have the most splendid seductive memory
To shine my way through the fog
That obscures cold days like an eye’s cataract
If I’m unlucky enough to avoid a pure
Quick shock of death remaining instead
Confined and wet in a lonely bed
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