As a child
Down by the railway sidings
Hidden behind
We watch an ashen man with a painted *****
The silver could feed us for a week
And she laughs as I cry
In the face of youths first love
The vibrating rail
Is an ode to the loveless love
Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 1:31 PM UTC
As a child
Down by the railway sidings
Hidden behind
We watch an ashen man with a painted *****
The silver could feed us for a week
And she laughs as I cry
In the face of youths first love
The vibrating rail
Is an ode to the loveless love
I thought of an influential writing that outlines the misfortunes of virtue and recalled a time in childhood
We would play amongst freight train lines on a steel mill
Every week an elderly guy would meet a ********** under a bridge and I wondered that at that time the cost of *** outweighed our poverty
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