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Jan 4
I lay coins on railoads yet
I never wait for train
for I am old enough to know
trying to survive is
dying as well.

She was the best thing
that never happened to me.
And nobody can take that
away from me. Not even her.

In this moment right now,
here you are the oldest
you ever were same time youngest you will ever be.
Life so much more to mean
Because of and death
so much less.

Through all the mud and
Mess in my eyes
she looked straight
at my soul yes it was nice
to know to still have it.

We caught the next train
going south. I asked Neil:
“Why there?” “Thats how
you get to San Miguel silly...”
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Prettyboyfloyd  32/M
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