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from underneath the street lamps
it is rather hard to see,
the pin holes in the midnight sky
from where the gods laugh at me.

but this boulevard's the aisle
of the grand catherdral of stars,
where i sit in solace praying
amongst pedestrians and cars.

breathing in the incense
sates & drowns the tears,
im here searching for clarity
through pollution & a few beers.

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