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a sad pink faded sun was slowly rising...the steel rails of train tracks were shining ever so lightly...along the path milk weeds and tall grass made way along the beaten path of hobos...where old mangy dogs followed ...for no reason but having company...and every now and then were handed a small piece of stale lunch meat...under the tressel there was a camp...where broken wine bottles littered and glittered the sand...shimmering like emeralds...red green...and sharp...there was a time one had visions of grandure...in younger days...where fresh youthful spirit knew no remorse...now older and beat up...a few wrong turns...to find the abstract paradice...where faded dreams relax...
Posted on: Tue, 09 Jul 2013 23:47:58 +0000

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