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Nov 2018
There is no time
It's like in a play where
the wet streets and architecture
the soles there
career and zoom 
But I -

Nothing but time
Or like in a fairytale when
the leavery and gray rain
the fields there
rustle and unwind
Yet I - 

keep walking here 
being part of - but at a 
distance, playing there
I like it like that
And then I
leave.
Kate Copeland
Written by
Kate Copeland  50/F/London
(50/F/London)   
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   Dennis Willis
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