The Train to the Zoo

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Pitching down the escalator to heaven 
Rails squeal like pigs-- the dirt, amber, the people 
Never end. By myself 
I still learn love 

Which shakes like hard wind 
And cools like the last summer breeze 

Which is done best in two, and yet 
even empty the train runs. 
My love, rattling, sore 
Sleepy, uncute.

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