First Class Trip

First Class Trip

A Poem by FaeryQueen
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The 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