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Black holes in the cliff-face, rectangular

               as missing teeth in your stern mouth;
               shipped out to make official London.


               Your flesh gave surface and rigidity
               to the city’s imperial confidence,

               old glory to nostalgic has-beens.

               Their footprints now being pressed

               into once-upon-a- me fossils;
               will you remember them too?



























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