Neighborhood nights

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To walk out my door is to immediately enter civility, 
Looking up at my ceiling ornamented with imitation stars, I lust for the real light
Within the neighborhood I can find no tranquility
The sublime stars, a treasure not shared with the unworthy of the suburban night





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