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May 2010
Screeching and wheezing
At the end of the platform
Breathes crowds in and out.

Where are they going
In such a rush; shoving and
Pushing everyone?

Watching, listening
Wait! Stop! That’s my train! Out of
My way! Whew, made it!
Written by
Sierra R
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