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A man that sells poems said to me.....
I am stumbling back home tonight across west London and there is this guy who sells poems for a living. He sits there with a hood over his face and candles around him and you give him £1 - $2 and get a poem. This guys poems mean something. I find it strange how I can never find him when I want a word of advice but then at times he is there.
I find him quite magical.
He said to me tonight :
"It is hard for any man to understand that he is walking with fallen gods and broken angels."
I am fucked up and this made me sad.....
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