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Monday, 16 March 2020
GLASS WAS NEVER SO STONE
idyllic meals judge you in the sideswipe glass neon filtered grey pubs audit the boarded highstreet buzz a greenscreen luncheon is sad supper in sweats our 15 mins refracted vain glorious in glass that was never so stone
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