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still in transit

Transit eastbound

Noisy terminal

Filthy floor

Just past midnight

Feels 4am

Gasp in the exhaust

Jaded traveler

I open my eyes

But nothing to see

Transit eastbound to the sea

maybe catch sea shells

Sand between my knees

Weary traveler

still in transit

still moving long after

the sun has fallen

still hours to home

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62 / M / American
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Jan 14
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