Bloomsbury
as the angst over Bloomsbury
in a heart of Paris
you on the other side now
in a dream
the whiskey I drank
at the café Mont Parnasse
and still the grey water flows on the Thamse
longing for the Seine
the smoke of my cigarettes
a fog for you to push through
maybe in Ashbury Park
or on the road to Kent
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-01-23 at 16:47
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