I want you to be railroad. Like the only train of the day at a free, relaxed pace where I would walk alone. Where the second has no rival. I would never want you to be a crowded road. Where many will walk on your chest. Sometimes the red light will come on, and block the way. Where your lovers will be in a fierce competition to get you, like a crazy vehicle trying to push a traffic jam
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