Poem 20: All Aboard

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All Aboard

There is a train

in a station. . .

Don't be fooled by the sounds it makes.

The screech of the brakes

are screams of rage.

The whistling of smoke

are sighs of relief.

The chug-chugging that can be heard from miles away

are the sobs of heartbreak.

. . .

A million one-way tickets out of my life. . .

All aboard.

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