a shade of aubergine masks the night sky
like the evenings in flinders lane,
only warmer, quieter, less exciting.
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these days adult sensibilities bother me less.
fight less, and things get easier.
perhaps it's adult acceptance. i don't quite know.
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sitting jetlagged by the window.
it's such a still night outside.
as if the world is asleep and i'm just watching.
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the other morning i saw gold coins in the trees outside the tate modern.
made me think of morning drivetime to richmond.
i made a list of things i should do before i forget.
but i'd forgotten to write them down.
maybe better, so i don't lament.
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