There is a train whistle moaning, eager, echoing across the Grand, amplified by heavy air of a rain soaked night. The dent in the sofa, a catapult to unanswered journeys I am yet to make.
1 week ago
Friday, May 13, 2011
Night Train
There is a train whistle moaning, eager, echoing across the Grand, amplified by heavy air of a rain soaked night. The dent in the sofa, a catapult to unanswered journeys I am yet to make.
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