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May 2013
I didn't choose to walk these train tracks.
I chose, I did, to put my naked feet on their rust and grime.
I did not expect that in the dark, when I was blinded, that the gears would shift.
That oncoming, in the pitch blackness
Was a hurtling train.
Anna Zagerson
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Anna Zagerson  Brooklyn, NY
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