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Sad and contrary little lost Archon

Why don’t you realize

Even bedraggled and smeared with purple ash bruises

You still outshine

The contrived ground glass pavement sparkle

Imprinting itself into your undersides

As you sleep under a blanket of smog’s hot breath.

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