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Mar. 7th, 2008 01:50 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
2light4dark.livejournal.comthis is not my city, that honnor belongs to those that dance with the night and pry on childrens dreams. This city with all its light only serves better to hide the undershadows. Can you see them??
No your not blessed to have such sight.
this is not my home even though the pavments are as formiller to me abou the univercity as the peeling walpaer of my room. i know how the 5.30 underground train will vibrat if i stand on one leg leaning out the window. Can you feel it??
No of cource not you care not for the mondane things.
my city is clouded by smells and clours yet to be named, in creatchers both mith and ledgend. my eyes see the suffering of those you shun, locked in rooms untill someone comes along. am i the only one who wonders why you never see the lions of traflga rise roring with the dawns light. each quadrents sental smells of the eloment. sea salt, earth. i call that one asland. sulfer and last of all the smell of ozone that i am tole you can smell after a storm.
Walk in my foot steps.
this is not my city, one made of all i have spoke of. no my city is soft, red and beets to much in harmony. like a river it can bleed if only i let it. in this city i am safe, blood making me warm.
london cant be my city but still i tend her like a handmaiden, offering what i can.
No your not blessed to have such sight.
this is not my home even though the pavments are as formiller to me abou the univercity as the peeling walpaer of my room. i know how the 5.30 underground train will vibrat if i stand on one leg leaning out the window. Can you feel it??
No of cource not you care not for the mondane things.
my city is clouded by smells and clours yet to be named, in creatchers both mith and ledgend. my eyes see the suffering of those you shun, locked in rooms untill someone comes along. am i the only one who wonders why you never see the lions of traflga rise roring with the dawns light. each quadrents sental smells of the eloment. sea salt, earth. i call that one asland. sulfer and last of all the smell of ozone that i am tole you can smell after a storm.
Walk in my foot steps.
this is not my city, one made of all i have spoke of. no my city is soft, red and beets to much in harmony. like a river it can bleed if only i let it. in this city i am safe, blood making me warm.
london cant be my city but still i tend her like a handmaiden, offering what i can.
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