Rail

I have been waiting
For this train to run
Across my spine and light 

It up with the noise 

Of excitement 

But the track is

Overgrown with 

A bitter crop
So when the train comes

Trudging up the lazy slopes

In my mind 

It will leave

The stain of unripe Fruit

To savour 

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