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The cleaned-up articulation of a slow-dancing ephipahny, with tonight's guest.
The cleaned-up articulation of a slow-dancing ephipahny, with tonight's guest. When I'm in a relationship, interactions become compartments, that are either filled or not -but either way, in my mind, I have to account for their space. When I'm not in a relationship, I get on a train, headed where I want to end up, and people join me on that train. We can be wholly present for the time we share that traincar, until they depart for their depots, but I do not hold them to it, nor should the expectation be held that I will end up anywhere other than is stamped on my train ticket. Perhaps I wander with them at a depot, but I sooner or later, I will return to that train, for these tickets cost more than I am willing to squander, and these destinations hold expectations of me that I simply cannot turn aside. |
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And of course, followed by the contextual sample: "I've been making promises, I know I'll never keep. One of these days, I'm gonna leave you in your sleep. I have to go when the whistle blows, the whistle knows my name. Baby, I was born on a train." <3
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