I'll cry a tear; you wipe it
Wednesday, July 22, 2009 I'll cry a tear; you wipe it off. The changeless clatter of a rusted locomotive hauling across an old steel railroad was similar to the echo throbbing within her breast. It was loud, yet unexcited, impatient yet slow- like the notes of a piano that doesn't want to be played.... Sign in to see full entry.