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A Poem by brianna vega

chills

as the horn of the trains greet the early hour

i lay under a soft lamp light

running into memories

grabbing anything worth writing

chills

some corners

i rather not run into

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Added on September 22, 2014
Last Updated on September 22, 2014

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