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|Waiting for Something|
I sit, dishevelled, on the deserted platform,
Stark and hostile in its monstrosity.
Back to a life thats not mine;
From a life not yet realised.
Alone, on the platform, with the
Gliding, watchful birds;
Above the cars, and the stark slate roofs,
Sheltering the people in these
Rainy-days of their innocence.
My mark, a used ticket
Moved on by the wind.
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|preedy wrote...|| |
|HI BABES UR EYES ARE STUNNING.,, THE WINDOWS 2 OUR SOULS AS THEY SAY XX|
|dazcrumpet wrote...|| |
|why thanks! i dont do bad with the guys on here lol. think i get more messages from guys than i go the girls! maybe i should turn haha...|
|kinkycampcopper wrote...|| |
just looking into your eyes makes me go weak at da knees!!!
there beautifully, sexy eyes!!!