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#embankment
I don’t dwell on the whiskey burn  Or on lager-foamed lips Rouge lipstick mark hints
 Of a bruise to form and swell You say you remember it well 
Of me doe-eyed, above the glass That captured a moment passed Sleuth youths with young lungs 
Huff up Villier’s smoke - so cool Smirking, as we watch the girls In vintage skirts, they coyly twirl With kindling eyes and Gordon’s wine In shy reply. Echoes of the night before Slowly fade in violet hours. What’s so inviting under Arches Now clatters back to the Strand, Away from Embankment And stolen midnight kisses. So to remove a part of me
 Is to remove a world of Pride. A journey not yet run its course, A journey not at its hearse
; For if it is not alright
, Then it is not yet the end. Without due care I flick the end Towards the river well
. It roars and sighs, By the ‘friar,
 Past the Tower, And Shadwell, All through Rotherhithe. It’s not the end, it’s not the end
. For we go on and on Just like the Thames.
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Apr 23, 2020
Apr 23, 2020 at 4:59 AM UTC
In Violet Hours (and Other Colours)
along the embankments along the highlights along the dark light ahead along the embankments along love along the beauty and dreams of melodies i walked I walked one on one with his own great destiny i walked I walked one on one with his own bravery of the wild and the waves on the shore of the shore played played waves in the ocean in the sea and the sea was black black and dark but the faces are bright but faces 24.07.18
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Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 2:44 PM UTC
Along The Embankments.
The embankment is a river of bottles in the sun I've held them and I've kissed them every single one
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Feb 12, 2024
Feb 12, 2024 at 6:45 AM UTC
Bottle Bank