7 train
Beyblade,
7 train,
Pokemon trades,
well, I lied, I've never done any Pokemon trades.
I'd remember standing, with me and my dad holding hands on the platform,
waiting at the cool summer nights,
as the trains went by with their yellow noctural light,
wondering about what went on in each of those lives in whose trains passed by.
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