September 09, 2010 at 03:54 pm
Poem, G (All)
Romance | Love | Fantasy
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Love journal 3
I droved the warrior’s train I drove it and I continued on.
Soon as I reach the station, my second in command which was the firemen.
I press on to the poetry of the realm, or the heavens that is poetry forever.
To see the sacrifice of the warrior’s train, as I see the sun setting.
To see the warrior train chugging and chugging, I shovel coal in my train’s firebox.
To see the main station up ahead, the station of all best friends.
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