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Platform Eleven (to Marlicia)

“This train will stop at the terminal station,
I’ll see him soon on the platform eleven.
I needed a lot of determination
To meet him after years; six or seven…”

“These rose thorns wound my fingers. Soon I’ll see her.
I’m anxious; perhaps she’ll be disappointed…
When we were younger, things seemed much simpler.
I hope this unspeakable longing ended…”
 
Her eyes met his. Everything was like before.
On that station, their Garden of Eden -
“I need the woman”, “I love him even more”-
The lost souls met on the platform eleven.

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