RAILROAD YARD NIGHTMARES
So if this life was to be : A mute rehearsal
for me, something to be taken and then
given back, why was 'Time' as a notion
brought forth. A rock, it seems, will never
age; developing no lines or aches and
pains. A line on the border of Earth and
the water - on the other hand - fades.
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Just as I thought that, they started the
lonesome diesel : Noise from chambers
deep within. No movement, just the
idle notion of running in place. I
need no introduction to that.
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