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when a train is coming that isn’t stopping you know because the station windows shudder slightly vibrating as if rain hits them but there isn’t any a screaming of brakes that strain under the weight of it heaving sighing shrieking as it advances no haste just speed a horn blares its final warning passing through at breakneck speed its engine churning making way to its terminus wheels crushing and bruising the earth below the moaning pitches higher a gust blows over ******* the noise dry but, I missed that one.
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May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 6:15 PM UTC
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when a train is coming that isn’t stopping you know because the station windows shudder slightly vibrating as if rain hits them but there isn’t any a screaming of brakes that strain under the weight of it heaving sighing shrieking as it advances no haste just speed a horn blares its final warning passing through at breakneck speed its engine churning making way to its terminus wheels crushing and bruising the earth below the moaning pitches higher a gust blows over ******* the noise dry but, I missed that one.
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May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 6:15 PM UTC
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