sweetheart.
by the way
with all my vandal
heart
miss your smell
in the rain
miss your cold trees
i miss the way you
are in the east side
north as well
well, i miss your
whole body.
the river, the fish
and the chips.
i miss your hidden
punks. and gigs.
and tells.
i miss you, london.
like we miss a heaven's hell.
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