the roof is blackened by the perpetual spirals of smoke that drift lazily towards the rafters, accompanied by a low murmur whispering secrets kept. time passes here much the same as anywhere though i think its the sky or maybe the light that makes it feel the way it does
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I could pass you in the street with no idea of who you are...but you seem very grounded and centered. Rare and positive attributes.
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But yeah i try to stay objective as i think the whole ego bit gets in the way of a lot of common sense.
so yes thank you for your comments :)
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but no this was thought of whilst waiting for a bus.
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