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Oct 2016
Hearing the endless, silent train,
Looking back, seeing myself hop aboard.
Looking back, he, in turn,
Nodding, like brothers, goodbye for now,
Quickening, out of sight forever,
Sharing only the sound of the silent train.
Aaron Goold
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Aaron Goold  Los Angeles
(Los Angeles)   
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