I can smell it...
the crued stentch of a faint memory
the waning reminance of human life
like nostalgic memories of cartoon characters
floating behind the seduction of a stream of scented smoke
i am possesed by this invisible hint
Without measure of compitence
I arise from my seat
pretending not to casually look for my kindred spirit amongst the crowd-
while en route to finding the employer of my suddenly vigilant mission
yet I see him
my minds eye has a sharp periferal
And as we dangerously sway to the left
from a quick turn and disconnection of track to wheel,
the steel forms re-align
and tie he and I back together.
the smell permeates my existance
And I cannot be distracted by soul-food again
Another prescence piggy-backs my inspiration
And causes me to stop searching
she coyly retreats to the discomfort of the
"Business Pages"
noticing me being unnoticably noticed by the man in the window seat across from her
what is black and white and red all over?
I question...

ur it!
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Please keep shining this train should undoubtably be traveling straight for the archives.

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WITH CUZ (STACEY) GONE, I'LL NEVER REALLY BE HERE AGAIN

I swear I'm a marry an OKP


Nakia Genevieve are my middle names... Not my attempt to morph Phenom with Novembersgift... But...