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Fate flickers a newsreel.
It's dancing across the dark restaurants,
the sidewalks,
and the hotel lobbies have started to fade
so that the deep are now a dirty pink,
and the they had before has been stripped and covered in dust.
And there are yesterdays
that were to be something more.
But as blurs them, the edges soften
and you can carve a monument out of broken and sand.
is uglier than former beauty.
It's the of the starlet.
can be a horrible thing.
Fate still smiles as the leaves clog the gutters,
and the red bricks chip and sink into the ground.
Time you down.
will spit on you.
Time on.
Its fell through,
and there are countless yesterdays where promises through.