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the sound of the trains comes thinly

hand in hand with rain

shivering into droplets against the smudged glass of the window

two handprints on the outside, small and light

vowels seem redundant

but esses less so

in these days of much

i have a tripleword score lined up ready to win

but sometimes i just make up words and no one would ever really know

but me

i would know

until i chose to forget

the floors creak more loudly than i remember

the words whistle in a whisper

dubyas are four points

i remember