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Title: Night Time
Author: Tommy
Date Submitted: 1/1/2013
Email: tradnoti@students.naropa.edu

Poem: The sound of her voice whispers as the train goes by.

My red velvet curtains are bloody as ever
And I can still hear the crickets of my bedroom
Annoying me as I fall deep,
Deep into the shadows and nightmares
of my beautifully horrid imagination.

Like I was saying,
Her voice, my mother.
I run to her and she whispers.
The sound of the train rises again.

At night that conductor is my only friend.