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Jun 2018
And I
My eye's set up high

It's set on a dead pixel

Can't help but wonder why

And I
My eye's fixated on dust

It's floating by a dead pixel

But it doesn't move

'Remove yourself'

Everyone commands

And I
My eye's set on a dead pixel

And I realise that it's as real

As anything has ever been
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I am the James  London
(London)   
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