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Stain
They all pretend they're orphans
and their memory's like a train,
you can see it getting smaller as it pulls away.
And the things you can't remember
tell the things you can't forget,
that history puts a stain on every dream.
and their memory's like a train,
you can see it getting smaller as it pulls away.
And the things you can't remember
tell the things you can't forget,
that history puts a stain on every dream.
Published 25th Apr 2021
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25th Apr 2021 4:37pm
25th Apr 2021 6:25pm
25th Apr 2021 4:43pm
Nice crisp poignant write ... love the bodfacing of "stain" ... like a stain itself ... relevant and resonating ...
25th Apr 2021 6:26pm
