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The Train of Life


                   Mosaic dessert brains
                        are splattered on the walls
                             of New York subways
                                            - the underground art society!
                             Expressing their not-so-dry thots
                                                  their desert full of weeds
                                                      their hope
                                              - run over by the Train.

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