The Tracks of TrainsTangent lines, Skimming and rippling One another's reality, To distort and make change, And charish the motion To blur the dark lines, And forge the bond Of opening minds.The Tracks of Trains
They intersect at an infinite point, The time shared like trains Changing Tracks, I won't hold still at the station, To move my feet with no hesitation, The friction of fear Makes shadow of nothing, So grab at spaces Deep between the lines.
Went to FL, will update with some pics maybe... pr
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Lauren Saint-Onge
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R.I.P. Mike Finley
May 9, 1989 - June 1, 2006
you will always be missed and i love you
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