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The Flying Scotsman

At night, as I lay in bed with my head on the pillow It feels like cold glass And if I press my ear hard enough against the pillow I can hear the sound of a train The click of

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The Flying Scotsman

At night, as I lay in bed with my head on the pillow It feels like cold glass And if I press my ear hard enough against the pillow I can hear the sound of a train The click of

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Heartburn

It’s the way that Your Hands Caress My Body Smoothing out the creases in my soul

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/ Body, Hands, Poem, Poetry, Soul, Writing

Heartburn

It’s the way that Your Hands Caress My Body Smoothing out the creases in my soul

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