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when a train is coming

that isn’t

stopping you know

because the

station windows shudder

slightly

vibrating as if rain

hits them

but there isn’t any

a screaming

of brakes that strain

under

the weight of it

heaving

sighing shrieking as

it advances

no haste just speed

a horn

blares its final warning

passing

through at breakneck

speed

its engine churning

making

way to its terminus

wheels

crushing and bruising

the earth

below the moaning

pitches higher

a gust blows

over

******* the noise

dry

but, I missed that one.

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Published: May 26, 2013
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