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If the train stops along the way We could disappear for a holiday Get lost in the wood Build a cabin, should we? Modest and comfy Nuzzled in the corner as a fire sets The smell of pine Fills the lungs Books read are the ones we wrote No other minds but our own Lost in eyes Another layer commences Transcendence into a pocket dimension Dialogue through blank stares All that is needed there This cabin of thought The one we devised Could be visited at anytime Both you and I hold the keys Meet me there whenever you think of me
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Nov 18, 2017
Nov 18, 2017 at 4:39 PM UTC
Cabin of Thought
If the train stops along the way We could disappear for a holiday Get lost in the wood Build a cabin, should we? Modest and comfy Nuzzled in the corner as a fire sets The smell of pine Fills the lungs Books read are the ones we wrote No other minds but our own Lost in eyes Another layer commences Transcendence into a pocket dimension Dialogue through blank stares All that is needed there This cabin of thought The one we devised Could be visited at anytime Both you and I hold the keys Meet me there whenever you think of me
#love#thoughts
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Nov 18, 2017
Nov 18, 2017 at 4:39 PM UTC
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