this train

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(any city begins
with a train station
and ends up with
thousands trains
to anywhere...),

(in the station
it hears
a gentle whisper), —

…you, there,
where do you want
to go…
…to which
of your dreams…
…is this train
your destination…
…would you want
someone like me
to accompany you…

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