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Gordian knots

by john-edward-smallshaw

do you wanna take a walk on me to see what things and what things could be? I walk on the blind side of the inside men hide from the mob, got a job, workshy? passing by and seeing no reason why to stop I carry on and I carry on my shoulders the weight of all the World. Seemingly dreamy I dream on quite seamlessly but am aware of my surroundings and grounded in the arts. Capital in the Capital City. In the snow and sleet down at Threadneedle Street the old lady counts up the coins in her purse, not sure if it's bad but it certainly gets worse. Defaults on the mortgage repayments tonight we will sleep on the pavements. do you wanna have that talk with me and hear what things and what things could be?
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70 / English
Published
Jan 14, 2017
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