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Watery sun 
give for heartless moon
twixt their rise and fall
plod we night till noon

Blood brothers brew
mercury in our veins
my back watching yours
case you never show again

Clocking miles on end
through quiet raging storms
paying fake-tan smiles
to gain a shelter's warmth

No winter angel white
signs escape from strife
so blind men lead the blind
in endless hell called life

(dedicated to the homeless who pound the streets of London)