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Selfishly Human
Every bit of what I see, I soak up like they are my needs for survival; I take it in to make me feel whole.
Each star dot-to-dot, I join, thieving the light from the sky.
The trees, the grass I will smell.
Then no one can ever smell them again.
The windows, the rooftops, the buildings, bottles, bins, buses and the yellow droplets of fuel that seep from their engines;
I will...
Thursday 31st August 2017 1:15 am
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