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by  Jojovits1

Posted: Saturday, April 30, 2022
Word Count: 55
Summary: I got a few in. When I arrived in London, at 18, I still remember it being the loneliest feeling in the world. Still no idea why I didn't hop on the next coach back home! Couldn't have been that bad though, 33 years later and I'm still down here :-)

Early May
I arrive.
In my suitcase
there are no
proper clothes
for this
strange climate
this variant
of sun
rarely seen
in the North.
Crowds in
shallow focus
packed clothes
like me
in this city.
I am a lost baby.
My penalty
for running
from a world
where I feel 
so old.