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Its 6:01, Farringdon Platform 1 Shattered souls craned necks And twiddling thumbs. The fool in the know. The first to know; the last to accept it. Here stood reflecting. Silently condemning a life accepted Reams of fleeces overground and understated. Shrouded from sheering myself. The fool in the know. The first to know; the last to accept it. How my hem has freyed No, not from loft today Through rubbing ankles under desks, To metamorphose To a child cocooned blanket bound Rubbing ankles dreaming sound I dream as the child dreamt As a baby longed to feel       I long for what I have felt
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Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 1:33 PM UTC
6:01
Its 6:01, Farringdon Platform 1 Shattered souls craned necks And twiddling thumbs. The fool in the know. The first to know; the last to accept it. Here stood reflecting. Silently condemning a life accepted Reams of fleeces overground and understated. Shrouded from sheering myself. The fool in the know. The first to know; the last to accept it. How my hem has freyed No, not from loft today Through rubbing ankles under desks, To metamorphose To a child cocooned blanket bound Rubbing ankles dreaming sound I dream as the child dreamt As a baby longed to feel       I long for what I have felt
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Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 1:33 PM UTC
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