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5.57am and I’m finishing the last poem to the taste of the last cigarette. Smoke in my lungs, poetry on the paper. Inhale, exhale, it doesn’t get much easier.
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Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps
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