Pull Into the Station
October 4, 2016
Be the morning light
in my hair.
Take me
to the edge and back
with flair.
When we were here before
on the tracks I grieved.
And when we returned
my body had been freed.
So be sunlight
or be sorrow.
I want to go
there and back again.
Be merciless
or generous
just make my journey
worth the pain.
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