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Jul 2020
i sit on a bullet train.
blinking—
trees, roads, houses,
zooming, blurring.
i don't know where to get off.

the doors open.
still i do not leave
my seat by the window,
waving them goodbye.
where do i get off?

am i running towards
the world
or away from it?

i close my eyes,
unhurried,
and wait for
the ride to end.
Written by
arcee  19/Cisgender Female
(19/Cisgender Female)   
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     Shubhankar Mathur and ---
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