Thin cloud. Light rain.
Far cell. Closed to noon.
Sit. Look. Green moss
Becomes one with your clothes.
Far cell. Closed to noon.
Sit. Look. Green moss
Becomes one with your clothes.
I Got Off the Train I got off the train And said goodbye to the man I'd met. We'd been together for eighteen hours And had a pleas...
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