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london. a thick city, like its fog.
a bus is crossing and it rocks
an arctic monkeys' hit on its top.
it's light by the river.
it was like I magically met you: I bought an underground card.
I ate a beef burger.
I crossed bridges in the wind.
I rode the blue line, alone.
I met a old friend in a casual café.
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