Ruby red lips
Kiss London skies
Weeping acid rain
Smoking lullabies
Jets flock phantoms,
Prowling on the breeze
April moon whispers
Angels
Tint the trees
Bricks pile stoutly
Nestled in rows
Lorries and minis
Twinkle like toes
Smog-brown water
Still coated with ducks
As smudged horizon
Mother moon tucks.
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