Traveling on this train underground, how I yearn to see the sunshine of your smile before the storm of your frowns and we are bound to break but i'm begging the cracks to wait just one more kiss, we'll fix this patch it all with tape it won't ever be to late.
Isiah On a Corner in the Thundering Darkness
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