What am I Supposed to do     the Train is still moving.     You Jumped Off         without me.     Left me with a Stack of bricks       Scared--   like we all are of Falling Over   There was no trace of handwriting  so I flipped them back Over.       I couldn't Bear to Count them.             You yelled at me like I had jumped off   and you had not.       You Yelled At Me like you were on the train     and I was Not.         But you jumped off.

I did not.   You jumped off

I did Not.       and I tried to give you    a second

Glance.       Because you say  that I'm your Witch Doctor     But you won't let me

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