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London; The Thirty-first Floor View, by Danny Kemp

A vista of trite monotony painted by a rapacious hand. A magnet pulling workers tethered daily by its rubber band. It spreads its tentacles widely in the early hours, To cluster them together locked in its glazed towers. London from … Continue reading

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