It is what it is...

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I cannot change a city; make it warmer, blow away the clouds or add vibrance to the empty streets.


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Our time.

No era was greater than the other. Ours wasn't the best just because we had outlived them all. Doors were slammed in our faces regardless of them saying it was possible to become anything we wanted to be.

Occasionally, nothing happened. You wondered if you had read the manual right, if you plugged the right cable or if you possibly forgot to turn the switch on.

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Year; some time in the future.

Another tomorrow, another of the other.
Cluster fills before my eyes, tormenting my senses and trapping me under unbearable stenches.
Rays of light burn the asphalt  as I seek refuge in the shade, together with thousands of shoulders above my height.

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Clothes on a Wire

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Tug of War

Admit it. You didn't want him, you wanted what I had.

Threatening desire passed on to us, your eyes rigidly fixed in advance from across the room. I felt imprisoned and endangered by your thoughts on what was forthcoming; the extent to how far you were willing to go, before I let go.

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A street for the lovers.

This street was made for lovers. The pavements are narrow, covered with street tables and chairs. The lighting is dim and the mood is already set by the unusual shadows moving in tact with the heartbeats of young and restless souls.

The vibrance of summer heats the asphalt's surface during the day whilst your sunburnt shoulder is soothed by the evening breeze.

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