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05 oct 2019, Monmouth Coffee, Borough Market

Updated: Oct 8, 2019

Flat white.

It's a horrible thing to experience.


All the possibilities.

All the roads.

Unable to move,

blinded by the lights,

you feel like you don't have enough time

to stretch your soul

just like a pastry dough.

It's nighttime in London

and you feel displaced

in the worst and the best of times.

It's been nighttime for you for a long time.


And you see a light

And you freak out,

Blinded,

Bonded.