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by Katie

Sunlight burns through carriage windows while the clouds threaten rain, a glimpse of graffiti on a stone grey wall then it’s gone. On to the next one. A child cries while a business man arranges a meeting and I try to piece together the night before. I’ll stay for one more had turned into I’ll come for a little bit and before we knew it it was three. I’ll call a cab became let me get some more cigarettes, maybe a can or two. Are you sure it’s okay for me to stay? Four a.m. and we’re kissing. Five and you were naked. Holding hands while spinning into sleep. Morning – water – a roll-up smoked out of the window, ash in a mug on the ledge. Folding up pyjama’s and trying to remember how much I’ve got on my Oyster card. Said my goodbyes and now here I am. On the over-ground again. Dalston Kingsland to Camden Road.

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