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it’s quiet it’s late only the humming and gurgling bubbling and whirring that go unheard all day keep me company now you see, the world well my world is asleep and I’m sat on the floor by the back double doors with the sounds of the inside as they gutter and stutter I see the outside but no one sees me a well hidden voyeur shutters turned down low I drink as I wait for a private peep show whiskey and darkness gift me predatorial sight it’s two in the morning the middle of the night and I watch watch the world beyond that window whilst my world sleeps inside I wait and I drink I drink as I watch a shaft burst through that darkness bright as a warship’s beam and begin poking and probing disturbing the night bathing her streets in a rich silver light seeking out secrets which scurry and chide my attention now focused what does this night hide? I clutch my pen tightly the moment at hand to capture some outside not mundane inside - interminably bland but clouds rally quickly grey fluff plugs the gap and as the foothold is choked off the heavens shrink back back beyond the shutters leaving me in gloom sat on the floor by the back double doors ink oozing from my pores .. it’s quiet it’s late but the page still lays naked I pour another drink and together we wait
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