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You travel -
Through unknown stations,
passing empty paddy fields.
over quiet rivers that rest beneath you.

You bring a lot of earth along,
And smell of mud, fish scales and trains.

 You whisper and scream,
Put your nails in me,
occasionally call it love.
Other nights, we make peace.

Strangely at dawn,
When the Sun rises
and you see me sleeping, 
I hear your whisper, 

you travel ...

  ... Deep inside me.

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