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The stop

A dark tunnel
A darker mind
For a moment
the faces turn black
The emptiness crawls its way up
And seeks a crucial spot in the heart
Aware of others
Although
Unknown and silent
Viewing nothing
Except
Fluttering lights
Too quick to gain a focus
Thoughts flow
But my train stops at one station
This one I stopped at
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