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Sep 2012
He did go quietly into the night,
Restless cries met deaf ears and he still continued to fight
the expectations.

Time dragged, and dragged
ceasing cessation until the inevitable
final destination.

The driver called end of the line and still he rode on, asleep;
not knowing what was going on.
His dreams had told him he had already missed his stop.

And there was no going back.
Written by
Anton Zimmer
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