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{vishnu: the train ride to you} amanda oaks the susquehanna slipping away from my view, the collapse & swell, you hold that element of danger like an abandoned baby stroller, ginger pine needles stuck in its wheels, you bend my body to a smooth conch shell, warm breath softening my interior overtones, i hang in the balance of our harmonics, sermonizing the structure of our symphony i could never craft without you, i try to stay steady, holding on to the notes that keep us sound |
