The Men in Black
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A poem, of my Travels in the Orient. The Moment I arrived amongst "The Men in Black". An Oriental, Old World Teahouse. Where Alienation doesn't even Capture the Vibe. Laptop infront of me, and looking like I don't match culturally nor with the Times of the space.
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