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Aug 2014
She sits there by the cash machine
with her coffee cup of coins
Punctured skin displayed
Braille spelling
"I need to take away the pain"
She is sat where I sat
Not exactly there
But... well
That was long ago
The haze of the night... what is my card number?
Third attempt failed
The machine takes the card
The bank takes everything
It is a long walk home
To a warm home
In cold rain
Numb
A splatter of memories from a night many moons ago in London...anywhere!
Shaded Lamp
Written by
Shaded Lamp  Sweden
(Sweden)   
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