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How easy the train station becomes a second home The ramp to the platform as grand an entryway as any The boarding dock an open and endless hearth And once this happens this meandering city And let’s not kid ourselves, if you’ve ever been here you know Escondido to Oceanside is all one place, it bleeds one house to the next The separation is for bureaucracy's sake, convenience But it never ceases from point A to B It turns to yours all at once then. Streets and side shops are just more rooms of delights for the guests to enjoy Wonders to parse, the rich man has no clue what even all he owns anymore Just that it is his
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Nov 19, 2019
Nov 19, 2019 at 4:04 PM UTC
Thoughts on Home 1
How easy the train station becomes a second home The ramp to the platform as grand an entryway as any The boarding dock an open and endless hearth And once this happens this meandering city And let’s not kid ourselves, if you’ve ever been here you know Escondido to Oceanside is all one place, it bleeds one house to the next The separation is for bureaucracy's sake, convenience But it never ceases from point A to B It turns to yours all at once then. Streets and side shops are just more rooms of delights for the guests to enjoy Wonders to parse, the rich man has no clue what even all he owns anymore Just that it is his
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21/FTM/American
Nov 19, 2019
Nov 19, 2019 at 4:04 PM UTC
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