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by Julia Kondrus

Insomnia, frost and dust in the air
Crowd of people runs downstairs
Lost their reason to find a solution
Waited in silence for last execution

Indifference, fear, rage in the faces
War for the difference in their races
I’m running away headlong to the station
Trying to bring my way to perfection

I hear a noise from dark gloomy tunnel
Smell heavy smoke from old rusty funnel
It opens the door and calls me inside it
Then takes me away and after that tided

I see many trees and wasted constructions
Then fabrics and stores with endless productions
I don’t wanna stop and come to a standstill
In my trembling hand I keep on a creased bill

Where is your way, my train?
I cannot wait for you at station
Stay in a heavy rain
Cannot explain my last obsession
Anything what I want
To fall away, melt in your carriage
Give up my broken dream
I go with stream without passion

Have no fear, loose emotions
Disregard all the cautions
Leave the native home and town
Face to face with quite unknown

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