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Sep 2
And the train pulls out
Of the station,
Taking travellers forward
And leaving others behind.

Depending on the time
Of the day,
This act is done
With little to no sound.

Like a silent movie,
Especially the cool of the morn.
Where are we all going;
Where are we all bound?
Written by
Bekah Halle  43/F/Australia
(43/F/Australia)   
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