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Pulsing pale waves of spray
kiss & bless you alway, 
we patrol these walkways, night and day,
rain seeps in through the hole-in-the-fabric
the silent contusion that keeps us apart.

So scared are we,
see, shivering, ceaselessly.
Streetlights shine,
shadows scurry into mind,
on these concrete estates
of the heart.

Screeching seagulls flee
black holes in the fabric
of reality:
torn apart, broken-backed, invaded, sacked.

We are the twins in the mirror
look at us
side-by-side,
with nothing to see
and
no where to hide.