i realise i am massively sentimental and disguise this with cynical levity and when viewed through the prism of threat my obscurity becomes the esoterica of a violent extremist - the lone man, the growing shadow, the bitten stalk of a stainless steel streetlamp, the drunk coffeecup , the back naked of meaning and turned to your face, everything
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i feel these ways often.
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