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  • Baby curls, fur and feathers.
    Purple lips are pouting.
    Adventure recovers my flare.
    Hoxton encore me!
    An open ended journey to destiny.
    Capturing music of un-shone voices,
    Stolen to light the day.
    Inspire, ignite, live free and fight
    For what?
    Am I meant to breathe?

    Passages of poetry and lengths of wordless insanity.
    London is all but my prey.
    Keys of melodic maturity.
    Words that delight.
    Sure as the fire that illuminates the night.
    Ultra Violets mascarade the city streets,
    Paved of western societies artistic revolutions.


    Written: Hoxton, London. Sometime around September 2013.
    Photo: London's Tower Bridge. Taken from The Harpy, River Thames.
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