Random Ramblings 11

A chaotic play with words

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The leaves on the damp ground fall in front of the houses of parliament — they slowly shuffle into a huddle and assemble a sad face. The tempo of the city cannot be called negligent — the eyes will wander — they are an endless experiment.

The dos and don’ts take off their coats and wander around this sacred frown. A father smiles as he watches his miles tick…

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Aiden Riley

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I deliver my opinions on society, culture, psychology, mental health and more. I also write poetry. Email me here for a chat or a gig: Riley_writes@outlook.com

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