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Poem Details
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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. ... |