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Life: a poem by me

2013-10-05 23:53:08 by arg644

Sometimes
In the middle of the night
I hear the distant train whistles
Cries of the distressed
The silence of the broken.
And I think of all my times, good and bad
Wondering,
Who would make such a beautiful thing?
Who would ever dream of life?

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I was bored guys, just kind of a random poem, hows your saturday?