if you must touch me, make it brief

I am averse to women with designs

my life wanders its own sweet way,

runs on long-distance parallel lines

avoiding people doesn't come easy

takes a full life-time of deliberation

alone in a cold third-class carriage

that never quite reaches a station

tunnels never ending, dumb that

wild clatter as rolling stock slows,

memo...

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