We were the last romantics - chose for theme, traditional sanctity and loveliness.
Friday, June 06, 2008
The collision of heart
From where upon these rails did I become bound to the tie?
The branch line that took me from the summer's schedule and then threw me into drift, without destination it sent me over the shoofly that this heart failed to hear when the call of the train whistle cried.
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