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Sep 2010
Two trains rush on path bound,
their two directions strictly found,
they grow closer and closer to the ending they see,
they approach each other closer and closer they be,
their entire time they use,
They create the perfect ruse,
For that one moment where they meet,
for even a second the two trains greet,
then they part,
two that will never meet again heart to heart.
Written by
Seb Garcia
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     D Conors
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