Echoes at Sinchon Station
"The next train will arrive shortly."
Amidst the crowd,
We place a final period on one another.
The moment I chance upon a kindred soul,
Unconsciously, I watch your footsteps.
Awakening for a brief instant,
Reflected in the train window,
Her visage—
Was merely the ancient groan of the train.
"Woooong"
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