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By: D. Clare As I hop aboard the east bound rails, scurring past graffiti Sojourned to many islands but never once to Tahiti... Derailed and bivouacked in Bangkok, a ***** house of mirrors No, I don't drink beers... Cloak and smoking dagger Partied with fools to **** Jagger Run over in the streets to yet again, cheating the odds Never odd or even, it all depends on what you believe in! Trains, boats and planes cannot find your way home My thought now is... to be alone! (C) in perpetuity all rights reserved by the author (P) FilmNoirWorks --
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Oct 28, 2016
Oct 28, 2016 at 2:24 AM UTC
Train of Thought
By: D. Clare As I hop aboard the east bound rails, scurring past graffiti Sojourned to many islands but never once to Tahiti... Derailed and bivouacked in Bangkok, a ***** house of mirrors No, I don't drink beers... Cloak and smoking dagger Partied with fools to **** Jagger Run over in the streets to yet again, cheating the odds Never odd or even, it all depends on what you believe in! Trains, boats and planes cannot find your way home My thought now is... to be alone! (C) in perpetuity all rights reserved by the author (P) FilmNoirWorks --
The last train to Clarekesville is in your mind...
#travelsexbangkokderision
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Oct 28, 2016
Oct 28, 2016 at 2:24 AM UTC
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