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On the line
Darkness shrouds the train
Blue flashes flicker in the rain
Alone with strangers left to hide
As a man lies down on the line
Time stands still when death enters
The breath becomes hard to centre
My luck at catching the last train
Becomes silence in the rain
Everyone is on the line
Phones in hand, not the time
Words turn inwards
Soiled and sinful
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Thursday 22nd February 2024 3:24 pm
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