TracksA Poem by devonEmptiness found him As he road away from her On the twelve o’clock train. He laughed. Not because it was funny; He found it just a bit ironic - How could he feel such vacancy When his brain was spouting out Words so pained, at plenty? © 2012 devonAuthor's Note
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