What is the city without the man
The man without the city
midst of your heart center.
burns in my eyes still
The cigarette smoke that one morning at the
I learned life is renunciation.
city wind blows today
And say you
I had always been lost
.
This is the end. I will leave London in March.
I've never been happier, I am never more myself than grown here. but it is not enough.
my tattoo is engraved on monday. almost an ode to the city, which I will never love enough to stay here, and I will regret it forever.
(poetry by me, fur coat by h & m)
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