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Dec 2019
Absence is not darkness
but only the channels between
Islands of light lining streets
and rows of tents unseen

Solitude is a seven-starred cape,
black pavements pass like minutes
The alleys of isolation stretch
and gape, with well-lit limits.
Written by
Thomas Wood  29/M/London
(29/M/London)   
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