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*Feet throb through well worn shoes  after a brisk walk to central station.  We keep our ears plugged with our beats  to finally find seated, at furtherest point;  Backs of heads, napes, and collars  mushroom away, stare blankly ahead -  polarised sunnies paint them bright;  choked only by an assumption of gain. And all I see is a tiny reflection of me.  Here in my world another day begins:  a mourning of suited, tired paramours; in this cosmos of peopled isolation.* _ __ ___ ✒ ●○ °
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May 29, 2015
May 29, 2015 at 2:23 PM UTC
mournful routine
*Feet throb through well worn shoes  after a brisk walk to central station.  We keep our ears plugged with our beats  to finally find seated, at furtherest point;  Backs of heads, napes, and collars  mushroom away, stare blankly ahead -  polarised sunnies paint them bright;  choked only by an assumption of gain. And all I see is a tiny reflection of me.  Here in my world another day begins:  a mourning of suited, tired paramours; in this cosmos of peopled isolation.* _ __ ___ ✒ ●○ °
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May 29, 2015
May 29, 2015 at 2:23 PM UTC
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