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Stray cats masquerading in chiaroscuro paintings. |
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There's a hole so deep in the pavement, I wonder how many layers are beneath it. |
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Suddenly demons of antiquity illuminate the construction machines. |
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They pierce my pockets for change. |
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Relics still in fashion; our second hand jackets. |
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But the warehouses are abandoned under the towering expansion. |
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And as they grow so too shadows, a playground for the vagrants. |
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Three kings are parading, and I for one am waiting. |
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For the ashes and straw that remain there. |
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I lost everything in your hypnotic stare. |
