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my body was abandoned by the train tracks
hair growing like weeds across every patch of earth
breasts shrinking like dried fruit fallen from the trees
weak from the sun’s unrelenting rays
who will come back for it
when will the wind be enough to
fill it with life again
to teach it to love itself as simply as
a train puffs out smoke

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