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Trains of your love
The trains of your thought run rampant accross my fields
decorating everywhere they go
breaths of fresh air deviate the solitude of the sullen keepers of bees
No coal is needed to fuel only the pure perspiration of your inner insperation; the true form that inspires me , makes desire fall from me.
Chuggin along green paths over shadowed violets and red
i see your smiles guilde me.
Passions of fuled hunger drive us forward.
I am your rampert to climb and oversee the palaces of tracks that run wide and far.
We the love that grows and prospers.
and even in the clandestine climate of the intimate kiss our train whistles in intrigue and delight.
Let me board and we will ride forever.
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~Esen
What is everyone doing in my room?
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