when the world turned cold
that every walking vagabond
wears teeth in his coat...
No one paid attention
to the missing parts
the hollow empty chambers
that used to house their hearts...
No one ever turned around and said
stop this train
I see a world come crashing down
and I'm flinching from the pain...
(t.y.m. - this one came to me as i was walking from Baran's where we had our Adamastor Writers Guild meeting to the bus station.... i wrote the last parts while waiting in the bus queue.. and looking down, I saw a R2 coin on the ground, which was roughly one third of my bus fare)
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