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Empty ticket windows frame the faces of clocks that stopped years ago
Rusted rails vanish into tall grass where platforms once held crowds
Faded timetables curl on walls of stations no train slows for
Weeds part around signal lights that flash for nothing now
Broken turnstiles lean where commuters once pressed shoulder to shoulder
Graffiti fades on boxcars that forgot the weight of cargo
Switching towers keep their levers set for trains long since scrapped
Cobwebs stitch the benches where travelers once waited out the rain
Cinders cool beneath roundhouses whose turntables seized
Mile markers count distance for engines that will not pass
