30 December 2012

Londons winding streets

And sprawling crowds

Call to me, with

Diversity and uniformity,

Monochrome and a

Gaudy melted on the fire,

Regimentation and cut-and-stick

Then and now,

And I have never felt more at home,

Being the conflicted tourist

With the clicking camera

And the windswept hair

That I am

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