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Jan 29
I resist (you or anyone)
sitting next to me on the train.
Passengers come and go,
yet you remain.
The time-lapse highlights
our unchanging positions.
Then it is your stop
and now suddenly I feel very

Travis Kroeker
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Travis Kroeker  31/New York
(31/New York)   
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