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Feb 2021
The train whistles loudly
It huffs and puffs while fumes sparkle in the air
Wheels start moving again and again
This time - without me.

I don't hold the right to board this train
I lost the ticket long ago
Yet I still keep dreaming that one day
With this pretty train I can reach happy tomorrow.
broken friendship
Eola
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   Imran Islam
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