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London Rushing

The big city in nocturne light,
still not all cold this winter.

Our eyes pick up the melting night,
Streaming out time with our river.
For all those things that you forgot
are rushing back to the bank building
then stop.

A water-wall around my heart
that no bridge can link.
Stuck and unmoving,
in London rushing.