wandering around again
this time into the city at night
not out of it
but bob was playin jammin
and it all came back to me
I fell in love with london again
and then I thought
would it be rude
to overtake the limping man
would it be wrong
to leave because I can't stand
the smell of the streets
on a person, so many questions
so many thoughts
and to divide yourself
to cut fiction short
I need to write something down
a book I had in my head for years
but the words
between thought and scribbles
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