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- this train is laden with compost
- towers of baggage and forlorn faces
- stacking higher and higher
- until the it gives the tunnel air a wave
- and falls down into itself
- it's not that there's too many people in here
- it's just the last stop was in catalonia
- and we've never had a break since then
- i still remember the rush of the crowd
- as machine guns rattled and artillery howled
- through the cellar doors into the dilapidated castle
- you could say the word fuck
- and it probably wouldn't
- compel some builders to reforge the train lines
- they probably wouldn't hear it at all
- and would watch the carriage splutter into the ditch
- you could say the word please
- and they would do the exact same
- so nothing ever changes
- utopia never magically springs up from the hills
- and consumes the planet in a mild rage
- so as we're skidding towards the ditch
- and compost flows out of the dents like a fountain
- we just need to know what to do
- when it stops or if we stop it
- and how we can keep the rusted wheels turning
- despite the corrosion inside our brains
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