London poem (a work in progress)

I love this city. I hate this city

It’s size thrills me. It’s size daunts me.

I find it’s complexity intimidating. I find it’s complexity intriguing.

I love it because of it’s endless variety. I find it’s variety hard to comprehend.

I love it’s motion, but hate it for never staying still.

I may sometimes hate London, but I’ll always love being a Londoner.

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