Train whistles sound, echoing strongly against brick walls. The smell of fresh coffee dances in the stuffy air. Leaning against a departure schedule is a girl. She glances at her watch, anticipating the arrival of a train, the sound screech of the transportation as it pulls to a stop. She awaits the journey, the experience of staring out the window to see objects fast-moving, zooming past her life, flashing for a small second. For now, she waits, soon to leave everything behind. Where shall she go when there is nothing left?
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Time Machine
PoetryA series of short paragraphs for each member of SNSD in their new Japanese MV/PV: Time Machine.
