Stranded
it was during the winter of that year, when the rain stopped curiously. although no one ever spoke about it and yet, everyone knew as the skies were bright red little hints in the clouds above and still, not a word not a whisper that was the season when brown became blue covering for green that died long ago, in the back of a pick up truck bed parked out by the shed dosing out the recommended amounts for just the right hit takes more than a few tries, if that one has to focus and not get distracted by bothersome things like emotions and such the roads were underwater then asphalt was unheard of in those parts people walked barefoot along side the train tracks it's a wonder no one got trampled at midnight...
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The distance between two hearts is not an obstacle when true love is present...
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