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The White City

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I will not toy with it nor bend an inch.
Deep in the secret chambers of my heart
I muse my life-long hate, and without flinch
I bear it nobly as I live my part.
My being would be a skeleton, a shell,
If this dark Passion that fills my every mood,
And makes my heaven in the white world's hell,
Did not forever feed me vital blood.
I see the mighty city through a mist--
The strident trains that speed the goaded mass,
The poles and spires and towers vapor-kissed,
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M Asim Nehal 05 February 2016
The tides, the wharves, the dens I contemplate, Are sweet like wanton loves because I hate................Superb! ! ! !
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Ahmed Gumaa Siddiek 05 February 2016
I will not toy with it nor bend an inch. Deep in the secret chambers of my heart I muse my life-long hate, and without flinch I bear it nobly as I live my part. Good image and personification.
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