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Railway station waiting room sitting anticipating inspiration Breathing slows as calm descends with a black lace shroud Mystery light and honesty filter through the spaces in between Thoughts float up then disperse on the wind searching for a patch of fresh earth The platform rises up and beckons me to trust instinctively Soon I will be taken from here to find my bodies position in a different place My absence of presence will be noted in the subtle shift A whisper of inquisitiveness will leave it's mark on those who pass by my shadow ghost The past will greet the present like a familiar friend before walking into the future.
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Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 10:21 AM UTC
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Railway station waiting room sitting anticipating inspiration Breathing slows as calm descends with a black lace shroud Mystery light and honesty filter through the spaces in between Thoughts float up then disperse on the wind searching for a patch of fresh earth The platform rises up and beckons me to trust instinctively Soon I will be taken from here to find my bodies position in a different place My absence of presence will be noted in the subtle shift A whisper of inquisitiveness will leave it's mark on those who pass by my shadow ghost The past will greet the present like a familiar friend before walking into the future.
clair-meyrick
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Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 10:21 AM UTC
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