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Sep 20
He is on an all-night train
Reading from the book of his life
From time to time raising his head
To glimpse something of the landscape
Rushing past, beyond the darkened window,
Only to catch his pale reflection in the glass.

Whispering secrets under their breath,
The flutter of pages like birds,
Dark and motioning the moonless night.
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                           June 28 2023
Written by
Tj Struska
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