I regret not taking the first step
The gush of wind that rushed past my face
And withdrew my hair till my forehead was bare
I stood with my eyes closed
As the train flew by with its sweet metal jingle
My ride home receded into the distance
I regret not taking the last step
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February 11, 2023 19:30
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