Damn, it's so quiet:
my heart feels like
an abandoned
railway station
rusting in the rain
that no one visits
anymore because
it's so much
easier to fly.
- mce
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Ah but how delightful your old train station was- full of memories and a rich life to share. I will always prefer to train.
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