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[shakeyrtush]

Voices leaking from a sad cafe
Smiling faces try to understand
I saw a shadow touch a shadow's hand
On Bleeker StreetWho would like to get together this weekend and write poetry in a cafe with me? Talk like we're in Paris, draw portraits of each other. I long for inspiration, a notebook and ink. Lonliness has been my muse for too long; one can

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[anonymous]

i find that an attractive notion

if you can't find anyone else

-Deputy Governer