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Katowice Train Station

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Katowice Train Station

Rivers of piss collect at cafes. Watch where you walk. I eat what locals eat but refuse to tie my shoelaces. Tired smile with auburn beard. Pre-Gothic Post-Celtic wanderlust. Fur coated ladies strut past frozen men in sleeping bags reaching out for a light. A kiss for some short love. There’s doubt and then there’s doubt. The night train is coming. I move and meaning follows. Ten more years with the humble hands of the devil.

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Be careful:-)

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