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September 9

Still talking, my dear one
steps onto the tracks
explaining in her calmest voice
how everything will
Be Okay.

We both pause, not sure what to say
now, not sure how to calm or comfort
each other with foolish piles of words
nothing but damned words
So we grow quiet
turning towards the rumble
coming closer
every day.

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