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blurred stars reflected off water on pavement, shadows of light, bent, altered, streaked over stones, here and there, bits and pieces, windows, a cosmic soup, christmas lights wound tightly round barren trees, in the middle of the city, lights, moving, through movement, seen, observed, watched and baited, quiet streets, quieter sidewalks, later at night, when the ants have found the line home, and haven't wavered, and other lights have turned off, and i at last can go home, to bed
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