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Aug 2015
In tube strike city life is a pity
you always feel unprepared.

Even if you are prepared, you lose.

You can shut up or you can moan,
but you can't choose.
You can only mind your gaps
and watch your nightmare relapsed.

Your bus is late, and late are you,
and eyes of paradise are blue.

You "****" this "*******"
with anger inside.

AndΒ Β it ***** you back
with angel smile.
Peter Balkus
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Peter Balkus  35/M/London
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