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Her eyes would glisten
in the moonlight as she listens
the song of old railroad tracks.
Eva's smile lay eerie bare,
as a token of despair
she slipped in the closing snare.
Dangling between the picket fence
her spirit overpowering, intense
she couldn't dodge the bullet.
Eva left a tulip on the stones
and scratched the flesh off her bones
with the flying leap to the unknown.
Blown by the gust of blazing breeze
thoughts now scattered across the seven seas
she was struck by the roaring train.
On days like this,
leaves start to fall,
you can still hear her ghostly call.
~~
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