or about a need to be alone
Regent street on Saturday night
empty shells walking around
with their forced extraversion
of a bottle of beer.
Who are you going to be tomorrow?
A banker? A baker? A student?
Maybe one day
you'll become my best friend,
but for tonight and until sunrise
I will walk by myself
anywhere I feel to,
far away from what you represent
T.C.
20/12/2015
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