soulshinesoulutions
Every time I hear that word, the one that took me down the tracks of the old cosmic fort, I see in my mind's eye the story we once lead from our feet. traveling all over the preciousness of our skin we rode the cable car to destiny.
Why again, the railroad? It has come up here now twice. I have told of my sweet nothingness that has left the station of my hollow heart and of the place where the teddy bear lays on the hot tracks of Mississippi.
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