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The Modern City of Eden

City on fire
Midnight
So why is the sky
a polluted

rusty


orange?
Humanity’s graffiti picnic
has taken the skies

blocking stars

and any chance of wishing on them
We were given Eden
But somewhere along the way
something ruptured
Forbidden fruit eaten
Suddenly we knew
Pandora’s box opened
greed

hate

malice


darkness
No more green
Only
concrete where there used to be

laughter
Trippin on
broken dreams

there are still those of us
who
remember
paradise





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