There is a young homeless couple that sleeps
Below a busy junction, in an under pass,
They're just cooing and stirring
As I walk past.
It could be their twisted honeymoon
Defying all else that seems to over-loom,
I happen to walk by as he strokes her face
Last night's inebriation now in its clanging phase,
As most walk by not even changing pace
This world, this surreality is such a bitter-sweet place.
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