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Post-London

I think I am...

Post-Parties.
Post-Concerts.
Post-Restuarants.
Post-Lovers.
Post-London.

I have had the best,
I don't want the rest.

From multi-million £ flats,
To paparazzi cabaret parties!
From the best clubs,
To the best lovers.
I think I pushed hedonism beyond its safe limit.
And then some.

But there is nothing beyond limits.
Nothing.
No end.
Do you want to watch a never-ending movie?

It's all plastic.
Or rubber.
Whatever you prefer?

I prefer the human touch.
If I stay here longer, I will become;
Post-Human.




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