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Memories return like an express train,
The good, the bad, the painful trauma
Smash into me like a bolt out of the blue.
This October melancholia, feeling blue,
Takes me back too my thought train
Re-igniting the past and its trauma.
Recurring dream – that pinpoint trauma
That left the bruises, black and blue.
Memories I'd rather forget - exit train.
The memory train winds round the bends of my trauma tinging it with navy blue.
