Bus rides and RomanceThe train tapped its feet to a rhythmic sound, it felt through the floor and it crept up all over these accessories called "bones", it then invaded my earphones, it was a birth of a new blink with every piece of track the train went through.Bus rides and Romance
Well, I could describe it to be like her stiletto, stabbing the ancient wooden tiles of a ballroom with every step, the sound and thud of the wood against it, and if not, it is beating with it, like a song.
Since, then I rode the train with a spaced-out interior only to find out a lot of things flying by my vision, just like how my dreams die away with a neuron or two in my head
What to Expect
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If you can read this.. Thank your teacher!! ^__^
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There's something more beyond what we see.
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