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In this sadness I am city lights.
The streetlamp does not reflect
the scene, it is in the night
the night is in the scene.

In this sadness the moon emits
a trail of mist yet is a perfect circle
and papercut-edge.

In this sadness glass tears
run down photoshopped skin
and the electric night.

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