I didn’t know your name when we met
on the train; destinations like ghosts
who have lost their bodies
Onward we road the rail with thunder
and destiny.
:: ~~~~~ ::
I didn’t know your name when we met
on the train; destinations like ghosts
who have lost their bodies
Onward we road the rail with thunder
and destiny.
:: ~~~~~ ::
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