London, how I long

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London, how I long
to clear the rain with gloved fingers
from your face, and find a smile

to trace, a line
to draw upon
the sands of time, 

a reflection of the sun
on your waters of Lethe.

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London, how I long
to clear the rain with gloved fingers
from your face, and find a line

to trace, a smile that’s mine
to place amongst
the spoils of time.

Your hunger seasons the sun and moon 
on the waters of Lethe.