A languid train,
pulling her weight.
Under tremendous strain;
coming out of smoke,
in a secluded stop a mud village;
like in a dream, sleepy.
An enormous scene,
lulling monsters seen.
Call it ugly; make a fault
suddenly she stopped.
Children ran away frightened,
and behind them.
A languid train;
like in a dream, sleepy.
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