Smoking cigarettes
Of your memories.
I flashback
And chug
Your hypocrisy

(Poetry in caption)

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It's time to leave.
The samosa gets
cold by the minute.
The seller's voice
fades away.

The train chugs.

It's time to forget
you're any different from
the multitude that walks
below the hanging
announcement board.

The train chugs.

It's time to remember
every journey you
took and carried
back stories from.
You're about to board
another story.

The train chugs.

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