Maybe it was on the back of a boat on the themes I last saw it. Reflected in the windows of the high rise offices that look over the river. Shit just dont change. Thats not right... It does, constantly. I see it all the time.... the lines on your face that tell me its over, the birds that used to pierce the milk bottle lids back in the good land. If you want it, you've got it. All waiting, watching.... 'The city will forever be my boyfriend' she said. I believe her. Then I got back on the bus. All in search of The Low Suns....
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