Spare me your venice.
I know it's beautiful, but
I've four more senses
And a nose
That smells stagnant
Water and ****
Floating with pretty buildings
On the Adriatic.
Spare me: its Doges,
its saints, its Campanile.
Spare me piazzas and
inquisitive xenophiles.
I've got all the water
And **** I desire
Floating in pretty alleys
Beside the black Thames.
Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 9:55 AM UTC
Spare me your venice.
I know it's beautiful, but
I've four more senses
And a nose
That smells stagnant
Water and ****
Floating with pretty buildings
On the Adriatic.
Spare me: its Doges,
its saints, its Campanile.
Spare me piazzas and
inquisitive xenophiles.
I've got all the water
And **** I desire
Floating in pretty alleys
Beside the black Thames.
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