FALLING TRAIN
I stand frozen
The looking glass glares at me with
its crooked eyes
Smashing the faces of all who have
come
I stare naked
A glass onion looking back at me
with a glimmer of hope
Of picking up the pieces of yester-
day’s life
I see a train
Riding through strawberry fields of
temptation
You’d better get on
Before I fall off
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