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Oct 2015
In everything, there is some orchestrating
taking place in a place we've not been before,
we never thought to. Everything is little more
than what dangles on the pieces
that the invisible orchestra will play
- an underground score,
day rising and falling away,
open window, closing door, and
I am listening, waiting.
Daisy King
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Daisy King  27/F/Hampstead
(27/F/Hampstead)   
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