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If You Love

If you love him, dear airy blonde lady, the one love is yours
Only one, the only yours, you created him; the soul is yours
This poor boy could have been yours. But you dropped him

From your heart. Dumped guy. Yeah. From your sexy walk
The train floor crackled under your gazelle steps. He knelt down
In front of you. Oh, the hoped, wished love. His dream love

Could you remember him? The bible guy. He read and waited
Every afternoon, from Monday to Friday. At 16:18, the train departed
But the love didn’t arrive. Hmm. But the love…, enjoyed suffering

Why? Because this situation was a psychological experiment
Poor warehouse worker from Europe. He became a victim of psychology
Psychology. English. Thank you, my life and the experiments

I visited Coulsdon in the London Borough of Croydon.
I needed to visit an old building for photography. Project. Hobby.
The Cane Hill Hospital.
I just saw it on the internet. I thought it still existed.
I was going there.
The hospital has already been demolished.
(This was many years ago.)

I went. How can I take photos?
I was walking there. I walked there.

I felt. Past. Sufferings. Cries for help.
Walk on the hill. Walk, walk, just walk.

I heard crying, shouting, and screaming.
They are dead. Killed by English Psychology.

English Psychology wants to be the ruler of everyone. Everywhere.
My life is a victim of English Psychology.

Cane Hill Hospital is
English Psychology

Cane Hill Hospital... Hmmm
Six thousand people
Six thousand died there
So many. But how?

I am a victim of
English Psychology

Cane Hill Hospital
Still lives
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If you love
Just
We have love
Loves

Goodbye?
Hmm
Bye good

Take care
Still
Love
You

If
You
Love
You

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