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There is beauty in the decrepit...

 

Tense streets filled with rabid rats

and poems waiting to be fed.

Cracked concrete and icy steel

aroused by sizzling summer nights.

Warm meals served in sterile shelters

to hungry eyes by strangers with full bellies and guilty hearts.

Parks adorned with trees that weren't theirs last year.

Poured asphalt masks our faults.

Smooth sailing on black waters.

Yellow ships transport giggling rays of light.

No reason to cry.

Another spire is being built to bring us closer to the sky.

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