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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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