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Train/Home

I hold eye contact with people,

On trains that don’t take me home.

To find a little bit of you,

In them.

As they look for a little bit,

Of someone in me.

Only to find the right train,

Leading me back to home.

Sometimes the home is you,

Sometimes you become the home.



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