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Filling In The Tin Station

(Joe's garage circa '89)



Was it in the window
worn to the weather
those reflections 
glassed over my eyes 

I wonder where You are
looking over Your shoulder
reaching back further 
a wisp of time

were I never lost upon
shadow and ghost
I don't think I'd check 
yet be put right in place

then there was that moment... 
I saw Your face
alive inside
counting down


lost in silence
 
Written by souladareatease
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