Hello City,
You look nice.
With your midnight blue backdrop,
And the ebbing rust of sundown
retreating from the coming night.
What stories will be woven,
between your pillars of steel
And mortar?
How many souls
Shall be conceived
upon this night?
What masterpiece
will my brush create?
Or will I leave it
painted black.
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