First Class TripA Poem by FaeryQueenotsThe wind is cold and my minds is chilled, The clouds are rolling in with the taste of your absence, And I can smell the danger, But I’m not moving, Because this seat is first class, And I know you’re coming back. © 2016 FaeryQueen |
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Added on March 12, 2016 Last Updated on March 12, 2016 Author
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