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Maybe we're all just waiting for the train to come into the station for the paint to dry for a rainfall in the desert for him to make the first move for tomorrow but sometimes the train is late the paint gets smudged the heat dries up every drop in the sky he's too scared and tomorrow never comes
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Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 5:36 PM UTC
Waiting
Maybe we're all just waiting for the train to come into the station for the paint to dry for a rainfall in the desert for him to make the first move for tomorrow but sometimes the train is late the paint gets smudged the heat dries up every drop in the sky he's too scared and tomorrow never comes
tessa-renee
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Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 5:36 PM UTC
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