Dark Alley Prose In London Town

When sadness comes without a reason

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Tell me something I don’t know. Tell me something new, open the wisdom eye on my forehead. Tell me the truth of a liar.

We build our reality around mundane things and assume that it is the truth.

Waking up at the end of summer, in the last days of sun. My heart cries and my mind is ready to tier…