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A Place I loved, a place I forgot, a place I dreamt so long
ago
The winds blew through, the rain beat down, the thunder
stormed, the sun hid away..
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The City of Fog is a place that never sleepsWe have the River Thames flowing throughA gateway, a link to the land of before, the primal river where li..
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This man was not born here, but had come from anotherThe city nurtured him with literature and nature,He was a child of the words, the rhythms and the..
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The Spires appeared lonely, looking at the clouds all day longDo they dream when they sleep, and what do they dreamDo they lift their bases off the gr..
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Have you ever walked through the streets of London?Have you ever walked down a path, unaware of what you might find?And you find what you do not expec..
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Flora fascinates fauna feverishlyOutcasting organisms, outliving ourselvesReading redwood, representing reproductionEvergreen eclipse electrifying env..
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Eleven Lines connecting the corners of LondonAll crossing each other, lay lined with the life of the cityThe strings of fate connecting the land with ..
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Jack and JacquesOne’s a killer, one’s a doctorWalking among the poor, they came upon fiveFive alive and five deceasedRipped apart and then..
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Welcome, welcome to the city of endless dreamsWhere one enters and only leaves when the vigil of the city decreesLet me guide you through the wavering..
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Mikhail Kustov's Poetry Collection describes his journey around London and Oxford. His use of personification and natural imagery captivates the reade..
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