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28 July 2008

July #15

London calls
it is drowning
in lonely people
in half couples
with no one to embrace
London is calling
alone and feebly
drowning in single or half single people
looking for the answer.
London is drowning and I
I feel like the river.
Posted by Emily at 20:08
Labels: london calling, poem

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