It walks along streets of cobbled tarmac thoughts
Wearing a patchwork cloak of memories
Stitched with the threads of experience
Upon its head sits a dream encrusted crown
A veil of future hangs over its face
Bone marrow of golden mercury shimmers in the dark of the beings bones
London bus red blood cells travel upon a road map of veins
Covered in the skin of the capital
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