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transferTransferThe tunnels are loud withTrack rumbling and squeakyPassengers, quick to fill seatsWith tense plaids and warm walletsWe bustle and sway, zeroes and onesOn a centipede highway to Du College St.And St. Louis AvenueFrozen in subway timeOblivious to the backward evolution aboveStrangers with a common purposeBodies in linear motion, mindsBlistered with high speed thoughtA static ad for travel whizzes byAnd I wonder what would happen If the world we remembered grewToo old to recall our facesAnd we disembarked to find A faded landscapeAnd a new civilizationAt the next stop
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