Caleb Mohamed

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Fri, 21 Jul 2023 | last modified Mon, 27 Oct 2025
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Late night trains,
Carriage swaying to the beats of the night,
Quiet humming rising up from the carpet below,
And I sit sunk down to the back of my seat,
Legs tired,
Straight hopping,
Now limp and repeat:
Legs tired,
And we lurch to a stop.

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