NaPoWriMo Day 19: Simultaneously

The train.
Slowly, sluggishly
Riding through the tunnel.
It was taking me home.

She.
Gently, lovingly
Moving her head around,
She was making me fall in love.

My soul.
Naively, Surreptitiously
Floating through the expanse,
It was writing a poem.

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