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Midnight empties the street
Of all but us
Three
I am undecided which way back
To the left a boy
вАФOne wing has been washed in rain
The other will never be clean any moreвБ†вАФ
Pulling door-bells to remind
Those that are snug
To the right a haloed ascetic
Threading houses
Probes wounds for souls
вАФThe poor canвАЩt wash in hot waterвБ†вАФ
And I donвАЩt know which turning to take
Since you got home to yourselfвБ†вАФfirst