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Your chameleon touch has made even the most familiar things remind me of you first childhood days blanketed by you The train tracks no longer mean days racing bikes but rather A delayed arrival and you turning around just to wait with me and Almost missing my train just to lay with you for another minute I am not sure that this is how it ought to be You taking jurisdiction over my memories because you're fickle and elusive and damaged and wonderful *train approaching please stand behind the yellow line* I'm waiting; I hope you make it on time or At least turn around again
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Jun 18, 2016
Jun 18, 2016 at 10:53 PM UTC
Train approaching
Your chameleon touch has made even the most familiar things remind me of you first childhood days blanketed by you The train tracks no longer mean days racing bikes but rather A delayed arrival and you turning around just to wait with me and Almost missing my train just to lay with you for another minute I am not sure that this is how it ought to be You taking jurisdiction over my memories because you're fickle and elusive and damaged and wonderful *train approaching please stand behind the yellow line* I'm waiting; I hope you make it on time or At least turn around again
elle-nell
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Jun 18, 2016
Jun 18, 2016 at 10:53 PM UTC
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