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Cobbles wet air thick unviewable. Feeling the weeping victorian brick of railway arch Warm fug of pigeon feathers ammonia droppings and the playground of houses ruined by bombs in the reign of hate. Elsewhere london swings- A small boy lost in pea soup (in the grate banks of coal glow and flicker pictures, movies of the soul)
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May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 3:38 AM UTC
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Cobbles wet air thick unviewable. Feeling the weeping victorian brick of railway arch Warm fug of pigeon feathers ammonia droppings and the playground of houses ruined by bombs in the reign of hate. Elsewhere london swings- A small boy lost in pea soup (in the grate banks of coal glow and flicker pictures, movies of the soul)
mike-adam
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May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 3:38 AM UTC
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