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a sunday evening I was born a timeworn name to call my own would adumbrate an impartible home endowed there was a lulling pass and a far-off train did whistle through I was ten and wistfully torn a naive mind won’t hear a quarrel only boorish lies and schlocky morals never mind that lulling pass though, a far-off train did whistle through a beardless boy too young to mourn my reverie held you anchored a voice at three forever clangors where’d you go, oh, lulling pass still, a far-off train did whistle through meddling now, I palmed a thorn a wives tale spelt of love and bliss I won’t countervail her ornate kiss oh how she tastes of lulling pass and a far-off train did whistle through a suave path was never sworn to reminisce means to salvage the pain a luring abyss for the susceptible brain take me to my lulling pass there, a far-off train will whistle through restless, yes, but never worn a bluff I’d be to render now complacency, a wretched cow I’ll meet my own dear lulling pass as a far-off train does whistle through be well, bcb
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Apr 25, 2020
Apr 25, 2020 at 2:41 AM UTC
A Lulling Pass & A Far-off Train
a sunday evening I was born a timeworn name to call my own would adumbrate an impartible home endowed there was a lulling pass and a far-off train did whistle through I was ten and wistfully torn a naive mind won’t hear a quarrel only boorish lies and schlocky morals never mind that lulling pass though, a far-off train did whistle through a beardless boy too young to mourn my reverie held you anchored a voice at three forever clangors where’d you go, oh, lulling pass still, a far-off train did whistle through meddling now, I palmed a thorn a wives tale spelt of love and bliss I won’t countervail her ornate kiss oh how she tastes of lulling pass and a far-off train did whistle through a suave path was never sworn to reminisce means to salvage the pain a luring abyss for the susceptible brain take me to my lulling pass there, a far-off train will whistle through restless, yes, but never worn a bluff I’d be to render now complacency, a wretched cow I’ll meet my own dear lulling pass as a far-off train does whistle through be well, bcb
i felt my late grandmother speak to me as I read this back to myself; a most reassuring and warm embrace of her tender voice
#hope
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soulbondurant
21/M/tx
Apr 25, 2020
Apr 25, 2020 at 2:41 AM UTC
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