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We Live outside of the machine.
the City’s air unfit to breathe.
The bitter taste is salty sweet-like
Powdered sugar and concrete.

A silhouette of you and me
Lit the light-polluted scene.
A boulevard for every tree
Christen cross-diagonal streets.
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Pigeons wade and sift debris- with
Paper cranes and lift machines.
One thousand wings, together flap.
The sound of mother nature’s clap.

Ocean birds enjoy a lap - a
Theraputic oil bath -with
Plastic bags and manowars -that
Dance around the ocean floor
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Pixies arc from copper vines
Hung in modernist design.
the Smokey sky is turning black
Amoung the piles of burning trash

Our pail of sin has sprung a leak!
Corral the shit into the sea!
And fill it up until it seeps
From the cracks that line the urban streets.

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