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F**K the City

Actually, there are plenty of thingsย 
Holding guns to people's heads,ย 

Unseen things like a university.

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Sometimes I take to a place,

I take to a place, I take to a place,

Place to make for a date.

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So what, we'll drink in the park

Instead of the City.

It's a spot to stop and listen, carefully.
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Marion

Maybe it's my state of mind or maybe you have written a hidden truth Rory. One must conform or feel the bullets of society killing us over and over. Or maybe I have read it wrong...regardless, fantastic write.ย 
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Rory McGinlay

I don't think you ever read much of my own words wrong. Search your feelings, you know, don't say you don't.ย 

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Marion

That's what I worry about lol. Inflicting my fairly recent utter shite world view onto the writings of others. I had a light bulb moment a few years back and it wasn't good. I don't trust the universe and trust the toxic world systems not at all. Strange it takes soooo many years to see that you were brainwashed all along lol...Do any of us actually own a purely original thought? I wonder. x

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Rory McGinlay

Original? I grew up on the classics, symbology and archetypes. Some of the time I even keep true to that. Never underestimate the power of a good archetype!ย 

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Marion

OK...I'm.off to look for one right now ๐Ÿ™ƒ

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sparrowsong

Hello Rory...

There are those who will never...

Escape...

Ooh a Spooky thing?

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NEVER!

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โ€‹โ€‹โ€‹โ€‹โ€‹โ€‹Do I like thought too much?

Great write!

Thank you for sharing...

sparrowsong

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Shirley Harrison

That sounds like a plan dear Rory, I'm totally on board. ๐ŸŒนย 

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