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The Train Rattled On“Don’t lose yourself, kid.” And the train rattled onThe Train Rattled On
as the mother grabbed her child’s hand, pulling him into line.
“Don’t lose yourself, kid.”
He leant forward carefully, head juddering loosely beneath
its worn and dirty cap.
Holding it still is never worth
the lack of stares.
“Don’t lose yourself, kid. Listen to your mother,
she knows.
She doesn’t want to lose you.”
Her child had let go of her hand.
Running up and down the lone
by ~Tisala
Dirt Upon The CoffinI want a blue boat.Dirt Upon The Coffin
It needs a high bench, right in the middle for balance, because a boat is no good upside down. That’s too different.
It needs an oarsman, or two. I’m not sexist, I just can’t row. And these hands will take me nowhere. But an oarsman, or two, just to smile and say hello and drag my shirt collar more tightly ‘round my neck. They’d care, those oarsmen, all about my body, not my day. I’m just a realist with crushed imagination in my back pocket.
I’ve been sitting to
by ~Tisala
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- Current Residence: Edmonton, Alberta
- Interests: reading.... animals.... other stuff that interests me....
- Favourite movie: Freak the Mighty
- Favourite band or musician: Great Big Sea
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Either that or I've tackle-hugged a complete stranger...
YAY!!!!
Yes, I'm here. *Glomps DrowningMouse in return!*
I'm glad - now we really need to hook up and hug for real! XD
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