London, make your mark on me

Engrave your river, brown like a snake

Upon my arm. Imprint your galleries,

Your collections of history and art

With golden paint above my heart.

Emboss your cobbled streets,

Wet with rain, into the soles of

My feet. London, make your mark

On me. Tattoo your hustle bustle

Of people, cars and pigeons

In a swirl of foreign ink across my

My cheek. London, become a part of me.

The End

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