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Gone as fast as breath upon a window.
by Jared OrlandoShe put on such a sad face
when she approached the train;
It seems there was nothing but tears
Disguised as a winter rain;
Winter rain disguised as a sudden pain
Ripping through her chest.
One step aboard and her
Eyes glazed over,
And one sweet look
Over her shoulder
She knew not what her eyes would behold her,
As my own disguise shown through.
But, interesting enough
She pulled herself together,
Sat herself upon the worse-for-worn leather
And set off in the cold, desolate weather,
For a place much larger than here.
12/29/2008 Posted on 12/29/2008
Copyright © 2025 Jared Orlando
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