In a women only train car
Tracing the dark scars,
And blinding white lights shine
Upon our chorus of whines.
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Blunt
Short Story"For I am a blunt edge, the dull side that is of a deadly weapon; yet still, I can cut through the waves in an odd sense." -Forgive and Take- "Like a progressive evolution of a semi-completed music score, our hands reach out of the nebula. We pictur...
A Chorus of Lights
In a women only train car
Tracing the dark scars,
And blinding white lights shine
Upon our chorus of whines.
