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Sometimes I find myself on a train platform not intending to go anyplace at all, but there all the same, just because I need someplace to think, alone, but surrounded by others. I hate the smell of it, unless I am within perfume scent distance of a beautiful girl. But the sounds, the sounds are otherworldly. The sound of cold steel thunder approaching. Sometimes when trains approach from both sides, I feel the earth shake, and I close my eyes imagining, what the lightning would feel like.
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Oct 11, 2010
Oct 11, 2010 at 12:47 PM UTC
Platform
Sometimes I find myself on a train platform not intending to go anyplace at all, but there all the same, just because I need someplace to think, alone, but surrounded by others. I hate the smell of it, unless I am within perfume scent distance of a beautiful girl. But the sounds, the sounds are otherworldly. The sound of cold steel thunder approaching. Sometimes when trains approach from both sides, I feel the earth shake, and I close my eyes imagining, what the lightning would feel like.
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Oct 11, 2010
Oct 11, 2010 at 12:47 PM UTC
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