The train pops out of the subway tunnel with a gush of air,
flooding me with the warm, stale scent it has collected over its plunge through
the dark, stirring up abandoned newsprint like soiled bed sheets, the siege of
sudden light making me blind, making me feel for the doorway when finally it
all comes to a stop, and I take my place inside for yet another plunge, another
ride, another blinding explosion I ache to feel.
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