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Elizabeth Cotton

So Long, London

Once you were a daydream

just

out

of

reach—


exciting,

but familiar

enough to be

comfortable

an idyllic

wonderland

only we know about


But in the thick fog

you couldn’t see me

I called out till

I lost my voice


the bridge didn’t fall

but we burned it down

to nothing left

to romanticize.


it’s time to go.


so, so long, London—-


And hello,

Paris.

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