I saw a castle from the window of a train where I sat alone.
Built for royalty and sold to the rich.
I recall the south and it's safety.
The unquestioning love of family.
I don't want dogs on public transport.
Dogs should run free on working farms in the Central Hawkes Bay.
I should be meaning to visit my grandparents and listening to my lover's latest fears.
The dog is barking...
The fucking dog is barking on the train.
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