Gifts of god and life floating on muddy tides
Staring into the abyss of murky ripples and abandoned dock land.
I feel at home in the wastes of rusted steels
Let me decay with the surroundings
Hollow echoed sounds of my own breath
I am London
London is me
Jul 22, 2019
Jul 22, 2019 at 11:18 AM UTC
Gifts of god and life floating on muddy tides
Staring into the abyss of murky ripples and abandoned dock land.
I feel at home in the wastes of rusted steels
Let me decay with the surroundings
Hollow echoed sounds of my own breath
I am London
London is me
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