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The train pulled away
it pulled at me
pulled all I’d known
away, leaving me
lost in a scent
that was neither
you nor I
but what we had
once been
before we’d broke
broken and pulled away
the train pulled away
pulled at broken bits
scented, soured, stained
and tourists pulled bags
this way and that, pulling
belongings bulging,
bags and baggage,
so much baggage, so much,
belongings, I don’t belong
I was empty handed
I was bagless,
covered in a stale scent
but without belonging
but weighed down
yes, weighted
with all the baggage
we’d accumulated
and curated
and cut down
and thrown out
and the train
pulled away
and you


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