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Feb 2019
this... this isn't life!
this! isn't, life!
this is...
             tourism!
or rather...
what i would call
tourism
when i would call
myself being alive...
having to bestow
a weekend away,
visiting
a foreign capital,
solo...
        this?
this... whatever
is worthy of being
deemed, "me"?
        necro-tourism...
i just know...
what people
hide from from.
Mateuš Conrad
Written by
Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
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