with its freight trains packed with prisoners
with its dizzying staircases of lies and inaccuracies
stumbling and falling several flights on your own
as your stomach turns to stone
you have to leave the world alone
and just when you started to love it
for trying so hard to ignore you
and yet shower you with so much
beauty and sorrow you felt
perceived and held at times
by a comprehension wider fuller
deeper than the world
you leave could own
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