thoughts on the l

i don’t feel too crafty with words

but i do remember this friday

that felt like the longest train ride

for a person who absolutely adores trains

i’ve almost memorized all the stops

bryn mawr



the red line at least

the sun is always so pretty

i like the sun

i can’t believe i was so scared to ride the train

i like the train

is this even a poem

what are poems

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