my little hideout
my glass and light bubble
if I open a window, i'll feel fresh morning air and hear a few early voices
the neighbours don't know me
they speak in a different accent
I retreat here when I'm not drifting these city streets
i'm bringing more ferns inside
every day
a few books and pillows
a low white bed
a thick navy duvet
i can smell the thames when it's windy
i brought someone here the other night
but he is long gone
the evenings are warm and long and bittersweet
i am alone in the honey sunshine
of dusk
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