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The smell of brown leather. | by Neil. Moralee
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The smell of brown leather.

I first felt a fist, and then a kick

I could now smell their breath

They smelt of pubs and wormwood scrubs

And too many right wing meetings

My life swam around me

It took a look and drowned me in its own existence

The smell of brown leather

It blended in with the weather

Filled my eyes, ears, nose and mouth, it blocked all my senses

Couldn't see, hear, speak any longer

I'm down in the tube station at midnight.



The Jam – "Down In The Tube Station At Midnight". written by Paul John Weller....



Candid street shot.

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Taken on December 12, 2015