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As Winter looms
They tell you to try with all of your might,
But it's the things that you least expect stealing your sleep at night.
As we descend into the darkness of winter, my mind is lit up with thoughts on 5th November,
I look back, I remember you, I remember
.
Walking to Oxford Street all alone,
the people that pass by, they all seem like clones.
It's not long until they have somewhere ...
Wednesday 8th November 2017 5:01 pm
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