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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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| Comments | 10 of 97 | post a comment | view all | | | | | | | | | | | | | | preedy wrote... | | | | HI BABES UR EYES ARE STUNNING.,, THE WINDOWS 2 OUR SOULS AS THEY SAY XX | | | | | send message |
| | | | | | 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... | | | | | send message |
| | | | | | | | | | | | | | kinkycampcopper wrote... | | | Oh my!!!
just looking into your eyes makes me go weak at da knees!!!
there beautifully, sexy eyes!!! | | | | | send message |
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