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1,000,000 LIGHTS
There are
one million lights
or maybe 700
i can't count them all because I'm too impatient & because the glittering reflections of computers screens and swivel chairs stuck in a box of capitalism
glint off the black ink of the river
it is september 22nd,
the wet grass welcomes the barefooted dance
while tanned legs run past with those airpods that
if we're being honest
make me uncomfortable.
As the cacophony of horns and subway trains groan
street lights blink commanding cars to listen
it is the ever-present symphony that stays when everything else changes
I am not broken completely but bent like the crosswalk sign
both of these will inevitably be fixed
and though I may leave this masterpiece
my hands will always paint the skyline true
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