I promised myself I'd read all of it over one long dreamy summer -
I'd imagine I was in Lisbon -
Stting in a small restaurant in a forgotten quarter -
For now, I sat amongst creatives -
A beautiful Chinese girl looked at her I phone -
On a pristine wall were painted the words me here now -
Beyond the window were Soho rooftops -
Sad trees caught the gathering darkness -
14.23
Monday 31 December 2018
Foyles
London
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