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lonely city
when the day is done
I come home and I like the quiet
and the fizzing foamy kitchen
and the dingy grey light
the china patterned table cloth
a dreary afternoon fogged
with sages, blues and porcelains too
cut only by the soft cylindrical
beam of light
emanating from a tea candle
the city outside respirating through open windows
its breath the smell
of a soaked and slacken city
I come home and I like the quiet
and the fizzing foamy kitchen
and the dingy grey light
the china patterned table cloth
a dreary afternoon fogged
with sages, blues and porcelains too
cut only by the soft cylindrical
beam of light
emanating from a tea candle
the city outside respirating through open windows
its breath the smell
of a soaked and slacken city
Published 19th Oct 2020
| Edited 5th Jan 2021
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