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London behind a wall of glass, dusty and absent, while I walk my thoughts away like some persistent hangover. boring conversations invade me, dislocate me. so infused with tired phrases and perceptions, I go home and performs monotonous tasks to the noise of other people’s arguments. I open books and I close them hard.

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