Photo: By Matus Karahuta on Unsplash.
Poem: London aching
'There is no clockwork in the sky...'
There is no clockwork in the sky
Or so I heard them say
Or it’s a god who does play dice
And doesn’t know our name
Photo: By Matus Karahuta on Unsplash.
There is no clockwork in the sky
Or so I heard them say
Or it’s a god who does play dice
And doesn’t know our name
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