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Jul 2019
Gifts of god and life floating on muddy tides

Staring into the abyss of murky ripples and abandoned dock land.

I feel at home in the wastes of rusted steels

Let me decay with the surroundings

Hollow echoed sounds of my own breath

I am London

London is me
Pineapples
Written by
Pineapples  Gloucester
(Gloucester)   
188
   Rogues Gallery
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