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The Choo Choo

The train whistle puffs Frail familiarity A world passes by Muffled train sounds die away White clouds of smoke drift behind

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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Date: 5/16/2017 1:26:00 AM
Frail familiarity indeed, a past slowly disappearing into white smoke. Beautiful metaphor.
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