when i woke up
i woke up in a cemetery
and i found around me old bones
of old trains
pistons bent oddly out of shape
chassis twisted into angles i could not comprehend
and plush seats strewn with old wiry benches
there were no classes here
no old allegiances
there was unity in squalor
there was a graveyard for trains
and there was me
awake
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Good Faith
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