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Your curls slipped between my fingers
I shipped you all your (be)longings
in a box scented with my heavy sweat
before I left
Left our short-term stop.
You taught me to love trains
the cradles carrying us away
my head resting on your lap
while admiring golden plains
in its rhythm of drumnbass.
Me huddled on the seat
waking up to your touch.
The clock hands moved
We moved on, too
I turned a few calendar pages
and said mean words to you.
Yet, just love me as a human being.
