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Almost the clack of train on track, love is a force that can never come back, its intensity glows and our longing grows, we want and we don't, we can but we wont. Your poem beats perfect time with the indecisions that plague our Profrockian existence.
Well written! I could feel the mind racing back and forth and feel your thinking! I liked it very much. Can't wait to read more of your goodies!