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On A Cold Slab Of Concrete

i was reading poetry in my head as the bus aquaplaned along the city’s quays heading for the train station with little time to spare but i remember the bus was smelly wet clothes over damp bodies stale perspiration escaping … Continue reading

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On Route

what’s new? at the moment nothing i’m on a train as usual but a thought stuck me while reading how women on a day like today, a holiday weekend appear enchanting so easily attractive even beautiful their hair, their clothes … Continue reading

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