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I met a man today; A strange man by most standards. You see, he loves to build miniature worlds Where trains rush past the intricately painted men and women. He explained how he would continue long into the early hours Creating whatever his mind would dare to imagine. And I felt the purest forms of envy I have known. All I wish is to find that sort of passion Something to bring me that joy That I willingly give the hours of my life. How wonderful it would be To find what I am searching for.
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Apr 23, 2017
Apr 23, 2017 at 3:48 PM UTC
Trains
I met a man today; A strange man by most standards. You see, he loves to build miniature worlds Where trains rush past the intricately painted men and women. He explained how he would continue long into the early hours Creating whatever his mind would dare to imagine. And I felt the purest forms of envy I have known. All I wish is to find that sort of passion Something to bring me that joy That I willingly give the hours of my life. How wonderful it would be To find what I am searching for.
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Apr 23, 2017
Apr 23, 2017 at 3:48 PM UTC
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