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At London's El Street

I smiled Shook my head My air full of euphoria Sat the exact spot on the tube Where an exchange was graced to a well smooth cube In endurance, Like dejavu Gazing back into time A day before Friday Thinking behind my head Smiling before my heart As realism slaps my face off delusion But still spot a sparkle People in their work wear turn their heads
 towards that spot As I pinged this little piece On my little iPhone keys Heading to meet precisely the same subject Heading from when we met For the same purposes As I chuckled Well almost I wonder at 3:55pm somewhere at L. St Where the world throws him While I sketch that chart Of where I think he be Or where I glide My eyes look up As to be con

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