The poetic musings of a mixed up 20-something girl, lost in London
New Cross at Night
Twilight whispers in London lives
Tears on the window
The sharpening of knives
Why do we cry
When we know that they're deaf?
Why do we die
When we live for death?
There's a new crucifixion
In old New Cross
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