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In cold November winds,
as curls of rain whip the panes
whose glass is feeling thin,
my thoughts’ dark train sets off again.

Locomotive goes into gear, fired by a tear.
Clouds won't disperse: The train feels like a hearse.
I, engineer, blow the whistle, shed the fear.
Heartverse shifts the engine full reverse

🧵👇🏼

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