this station smells of piss,
yet i am attracted to its decay and neglect.
This same station where someone was murdered,
one minute thinking of a long hot bath,
...
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its unusually real and dark, painting the yet to complete a picture of an escape from resentment and hope, resorting to not wait for any reassurances that things are going to be any different. seeing in a concrete world the constructs of the mind, devoid of the colours which make us see the stars of tomorrow. good work.
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its unusually real and dark, painting the yet to complete a picture of an escape from resentment and hope, resorting to not wait for any reassurances that things are going to be any different. seeing in a concrete world the constructs of the mind, devoid of the colours which make us see the stars of tomorrow. good work.