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How short is the distance between life and death… Train horn- three seconds Alive Bump- half a second Dead A human body like a fragile branch, barely an obstacle against the power of speeding steel Nauseating feeling of being an accomplice Aboard the killing machine, whether intended or accidental A life gone A body bag on the tracks of the station Passengers smoking nervously on the platform, holding back their stares A train driver lifted into an ambulance, gasping for oxygen Will his sanity be preserved? Who did the body belong to? It’s a grey Sunday morning
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Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 12:43 PM UTC
half a second
How short is the distance between life and death… Train horn- three seconds Alive Bump- half a second Dead A human body like a fragile branch, barely an obstacle against the power of speeding steel Nauseating feeling of being an accomplice Aboard the killing machine, whether intended or accidental A life gone A body bag on the tracks of the station Passengers smoking nervously on the platform, holding back their stares A train driver lifted into an ambulance, gasping for oxygen Will his sanity be preserved? Who did the body belong to? It’s a grey Sunday morning
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Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 12:43 PM UTC
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