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Lemay Lynda
Lynda Lemay
Every Time The Train Passes
She thinks about it every time the train passes
She thinks about it all the time the river flows
br/>She thinks about it in the street and in the classroom
In complete solitude and in the middle of a crowd
She thinks about it every time the train passes
And then on every bridge she crosses
Every time she pushes back or spills
A child's tear of distress
She thinks about it every time the train passes
She thinks about it all time in the car
Behind her parents driving her
To school, to the market or to church
She thinks about it every time the train passes
She thinks about it all the time at home
When she opens the razor drawer
Or the little bottle door
She thinks about it every time the train hisses
Every time she tries to feel less bad
Every time she swallows or sniffs
A dose to climb the stars
She think every time the train passes
Every time a glance falls on her
Every time she falls on the gaze
that the gaze did not find her beautiful
She thinks about it every time the train passes
She thinks about it all the time the river is leaking
She would like to fly into space
She would like to sink into oblivion
She thinks about it all the time that she feels ugly
She thinks about it every time she sees her mother
Ruin her life to come to him help
Even though she will never be able to do anything about it
She thinks about it every time the train passes
She thinks about it all the time while the ocean dances
at high tide as at low tide
At the beginning as at the end of the holidays
She thinks about it and yet, she holds back
She thinks about it and yet, far and within
Every damn time the train passes
She doesn't want to stand in front of it
She thinks about it every time but she waits
A stone's throw from these rails that she knows well
She thinks about it every time but she waits
To find the way to think less about it
She waits for her cargo to be emptied
And in the flow of a great fit of laughter
Seeing the last carriage leave
She forgets to think that she wants to die
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